I put it out
Waiting
The cold glow burn had no answers
Empty bottles and lack of forethought
More often than not my glance went askew
Blew out blown out
My candle melted already
Steady hand trembled anyway
Nothing left to say
Correct me if im wrong
But the song was written previously
We just want to remember a heresay
Chorus
For us a little bit of vicarious
Memory casually reflected in
A wrong history's half splashed puddle
Muddling stumbling through
Ah i dont have a puzzle
For the clue ive been given
No permission no superstition
My mission only carries me
As far as a Camel run aground in an ashtray
Four in the morning and theres nothing left to say