They’re there in the shadows
watching whoever follows
They’re there in the corners
just right behind your shoulders

They’re the unspoken sigh
to your weekend high
They’re the unshackled breath
to your awaiting death

They’re the morning fairies
They’re the afternoon daisies
They’re your evening’s fantasies
They’re your dawn’s singing prairies

So come with me now and sing:

Artists breed artists
and music breeds music
and candles that burn twice as bright
burn half as long
and the music is bursting inside me
calling me to burn
burn twice as bright
burn half as long

burn twice as bright
burn half as long

and the music is bursting inside me
calling me to burn

burn twice as bright
burn half as long