Box of matches underneath your bed, there’s no more left.
And we burned out time and time again.
But still, I dream about you…
I can’t keep loving in the dark.
Seven candles in your room, I don’t that cold war.
And I don’t wanna feel for you, anymore, anymore.
I’ve seen every angle of this chair.
But I can’t be still when it comes to you.
Long is the road that leads me away from your love.
But I won’t turn back, see the hurt in your eyes.
I can’t keep loving in the dark.
Seven candles in your room, I don’t that cold war.
And I don’t wanna feel for you, anymore…
Seven candles in your room, I don’t that cold war.
And I don’t wanna feel for you, anymore, anymore…
…anymore