Now it seems We are truly "all watched over By machines of loving grace" Then please explain Why we feel so battered by the hurricanes On this Sea of Stress? I close the door behind me I'm analog I know Can the world still notify me? No I'm here with you in candleglow The grind's obscene Can't we turn the brightness down upon the screen? And the sound too The famous fool Who said love is uncool We can disprove I know In candleglow We close the door behind us Outside the river flows Can the world disturb our peace here? No When we're bathed in candleglow Our romance Seems like it was painted in the Renaissance Light [?] down Safe inside, the circle of ourselves We make the time go slow In candleglow We close the door behind us Outside the river flows Can the world disturb our peace here? No When we're bathed in candleglow