Candles and Couriers

A blackout cake candle glows,

reflecting off the glass

An office at

one a.m., watch the shadows pass

We make a fragile plan,

both knowing it won't stand Canceled by morning light,

written in the sand

On the cold concrete of the loading dock

Watching the hands spin on the clock

Burn the plans before they fade away! (yeah)

Standing in the cold of a brand new day!

Fluorescent tube hums above,

flickering on the floor We trace the escape route right to the

loading door

No lies left to shelter,

nothing left to hide

Just five minutes of honesty,

holding onto pride On the cold concrete of the loading dock Watching

the hands spin on the clock

Burn the plans before they fade away!

(yeah) Standing in the cold of a brand new day!