down down down down the wicked candle burns to the ground down down down down the wicked candle burns the body is stone but the soul is made of cloud and it has no home but to cry out loud we run and we run try to cover lots of ground but in the end down down down down down down burns the cigarette to your mouth it felt like something coming but it never came around and all the while down down the bottles are all empty and the moon is still above the folks that sell the weapons and the folks that kill are you a coward or a convict is it hard to tell both the lonesome and the restless are sleeping well