When you were a candle, I was the flame. Flickering and fading, always with the breath of every breeze that came. And when the wind had pa**ed, I used to burn more brightly. But long ago expired the fuel to feed the fading flicker back to light You used to be a river and I was your bed. You washed me clean and set me free, I wandered ever where your current led. But now I am a canyon, as wide as I am deep. You washed away the pa**ion with the love you tried to take for yours to keep. I feel that I am empty, spent of love I used to be. And love I had a'plenty, no, but ne'er enough for thee. I'm salvaging this shell so I can find a love to fill this hole in me. You sit out by the ocean, admiring a shell; an ear to hear your dreams of love and secrets that you're brave enought to tell. And turning your ear to it, the words begin to flow, telling you a tale of love and secrets, that it's proud enough to know. But the candle can't burn brighter than the spark that gives it flame. And the canyon only speaks a fading echo of your name. The ear that hears is no more than a cold and empty shell.... ...and a voice it lost so long ago breathes one last word of love to wish you well.... ...and a voice it lost so long ago breathes one last word of love to wish you well....