Peter Hammill - Candle

^DLook at the candle, as it's life is ^Ambought, as the wick just rolls ov^Am6er ^Am7 and ^Am dies; look at the w^Dsus4ax-drops as they ^Dcease from their goal and the ^Amgame they were p^Glaying loses its ^Djoy and the ^Amyouth which they p^Glayed in runs a^Dway....

^DHow ^Amlong will y^Emou be g^Aone? [Verse 2] ^DFlames sucks at air now and its breath comes ^Amshort as it wavers ^Am6to ha^Am7lf its s^Amize; vacuum closes ^Dsus4in and it ^Dattacks the soul. Now the ^Amforce omnipot^Gent itself is destr^Doyed and for ^Amlack of itsel^Gf it wanes aw^Day....

^DHow ^Amlong will ^Emyou be ^Agone? [Verse 3] ^DSo does my mind fly as I fight my ^Amthought - and I lose, for ^Am6I can^Am7not ^Amfind: sent my eyes l^Dsus4ong miles, they do ^Dnot know home! For the ^Amlife I was ^Gpart of breathes its ^Dlast and not only ^Amlife, but ^Ghope has gone aw^Day....

^DHow ^Amlong will ^Emyou be ^Agone? ^DHow ^Amlong will ^Emyou be ^Agone? ^DHow l^Among will y^Emou be g^Aone? ^D