Blue candles 
At noon 
Burn with a light 
That makes me think of you 
You went away too soon 

The evening 
We met 
The peculiar way 
You held your cigarette 
I knew we would be friends 

Lonely 
Summer afternoons 
Smoking in a turquoise furnished room 
Oh Oh 

We smoked some 
Balloons 
Abandoned the world 
Outside your little room 
Two candles in the gloom 

The hair on 
Your legs 
It don’t really turn me on 
But that’s OK 
‘Cause I like you anyway 

Lonely…