Candlelight - Jack Bruce

I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine

We suffer so much pain under the sundown’s evening wing

It’s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin

It’s either warm or cold —

That dusty death and the sunshine’s soft peeling

My love — where are you?

Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill —

My love why are you

Where you can’t get me anymore —

The sunshine peels your skin

The dance of death is on its way

I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine

It’s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle’s wing

It’s either living in a spaceship or a submarine

Or sunshine peeling our skin

I’m either warm or cold

That sting of death denying

O help us sunshine

O help us sunshine