A kind of dance, so at both ends
Your heart is beating, this might be the end
You think of things, but they come too fast
Your mind is full, but fast too fast
And here in this room
A candle burns at both ends
Paintings burn, a way to reveal
The words inscribe, this is the end
The TV's flying around your room
The newsman weeps, this is the truth
You hide in your shirt, but there's no place to go
The newsman weeps, this is the end
And here in your room
A candle burns at both ends
Your mind is full, but fast too fast
A candle burning at both ends
I'm chipping off the paint with the knife
The clock in the room smiles with despise
I'm looking at photographs of the eyes from the dip
A painting screaming on the wall
The TV cornice, it flies through the air
I wipe the sweat from my brow
The politics is ticking, tugging on
I move away, the light in your eyes
And now is the end
The candle burns from both ends
Locking round the room, the candle burns
Time's ticking away
Shipping paint from the wall
TV's flying through the room
Time's ticking, tugging on the wall
It takes away, far as our time's ticking away
It takes away, far as our time's ticking away
It's ticking away
It's ticking away
Candles burning at both ends
Your heart is beating, this could be the end
You think I've fainted, but they come too fast
Your mind is full of thoughts too fast
And here I am
A candle's burning at both ends
The gate is melting, the clock is ticking
The light is swinging, this could be the end
This is the end, this is the end