I am a candle’s slight flame, shivering
Against a world that is sometimes lonely
Casting dark arms of shadow, quivering
In search for meaning. Tendrils creep slowly
Against a bath of light. It’s here you show
Your face, raked by warmth, raked by shadow.
Your eyes, drunk upon this wavering source
This flicker I am; it’s slight orange glow
Admire me and take comfort amidst
All that I am. All that I’ll be. Darling
You take this tender thing, shivering still
You bring her close to you. You bring her close.
Skarface 