That night I saw you standing there
With your hair so long down to the floor
I could lose it at the thought of the Ninth
But my darling, it chose to burn out
I am sorry that we fell so damn short
But I wish you mornings that give you time to sort
All the thorns and flowers that boomed till the end
And the candle that chose to burn out
In seeing you, you made me see myself
In loving you, you made me know I can
You will never leave my sacred home
Not for one day, not for one day