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…