We've grown like fruitless trees
But nothing lasts forever
Your touch is warm and weakens me
But your passion lacks desire
You are my dark sarcasm
You are my candle burning
You are my dark sarcasm
You are my candle burning
You're tracing figure eight
Behind the frosted glass
A decade of decay
Pretending never lasts
You've got one foot in the ground
And the other out the door
There are no shadows in the sky
Staring into the great light
There's no need to even fight
The realization that you'll die
You are my dark sarcasm
You are my candle burning
You are my dark sarcasm
You are my candle burning
You are my dark sarcasm
You are my candle burning
You are my dark sarcasm
You are my candle burning