The lights are out but I'm not afraid
What's with that?
What's with that?

I remember a time when . . .

The lights were out and I was so afraid
I miss that
I miss that

We've grown like fathers, an age under the bed
Not a care for the wicked or the wrong
Less a tear, just a place on our own
I hope they never find you, this place is not for you

The math is backwards words that will perplex
But the saying as it goes is often kept
For reasons we would like to rhyme, and rhymes we'd like to sing
But that as they say, ain't why we're here

Don't light your candles for the dead
It's us they cry for, it's us they left
Your broken heart is like a prize
Your broken heart lets you know that you're alive
So light your candles if you dare
A stiff tradition for a devil don't care