Candle Opera
No one really knows where we go
When the light fades;
Maybe it trades places with hand grenades
No one knows, no one really knows
Even when they caught me with the blood on my hands,
I refused to take the witness stand
You gave me the benefit of the doubt,
The benefit of the doubt
I have a twin; He stirs his tonic and gin
with the rose he never gave away
He could swallow the thorn in your side
You don't want to know where I've really been
Even though I had no alibi,
I could not look you in the eye
You gave me the benefit of the doubt, the benefit of the doubt
You gave me the benefit of the doubt
You gave me, you gave me, the benefit of the doubt
No one really knows where we go
When the light fades;
Maybe it trades places with the love we made
No one knows, no one really knows