Memory is cheap, what does it mean? People are free until they're not free Memory is fake, what did you see? People are here until they're not here Hold on, don't leave I never said the right things Hold on, don't leave me I didn't do the right things Burn the candles Burn the candles Dead and gone Dead and gone for good Burn the candles Burn the candles Dead and gone Dead and gone for good I sit up in the dark and wait for you to speak They say God made the world so he could take it away Hold on, don't leave I never said the right things Hold on, don't leave me I didn't do the right things Burn the candles Burn the candles Dead and gone Dead and gone for good Burn the candles Burn the candles Dead and gone Dead and gone for good Yet they're here still People are here Then there's nothing