They light the candles for me every evening,
And smoke obscures your image brightly lit.
And I don’t want to know that time is healing,
That all shall pass away along with it.

She took, unknowingly, what I was saving,
First to the dock and later to her plane,
That’s everything for which my soul is craving -
I’ll never cast aside my peace again.

They light the candles for me every evening,
And smoke obscures your image brightly lit.
And I don’t want to know that time is healing,
That all shall pass away along with it.

Inside my soul is a deserted desert -
There’s nothing for them in my soul to stir!
The scraps of songs and cobwebs here are present -
And every other thing she took with her.

But now they light the candles in the evening
And smoke obscures your image brightly lit.
And I don’t want to know that time is healing,
That all shall pass away along with it.

Inside my soul the goal marks miss their places,
If you try searching it - you’ll find by chance
Some semi-conversations, two half-phrases,
And all of the remaining - Paris, France.

So let them light the candles in the evening,
And let the smoke obscure your image lit,
But I don’t want to know that time is healing,
It’s far from healing - it is more like killing,
And all shall pass away along with it.