Apparitions in Candlelight

There, a small chair in the dust
On its side with splintered legs
Cracks in a mirror
Across from old portraits

There, a table that I carved into
Secret note below laid to bare
I believed what was written
I am invisible

Light the candle in the middle of the room
Light the candle in the middle of the room
Burn your bridges to a past that has been lost
Light the candle in the middle of the room

The shadows in the room have grown taller
I've been hеre too long
Blinded by greed for a past I don't own
Crater in thе carpet

Where I once dropped the match
I speak to shadows, my shadow, myself
Longing for this room to be crowded again
How can I feel what is gone?

Can I be replaced with love?
Kiss away my wooden bones

I am a pilgrim and oh, I am lost
The past that I loved has been molded and mossed
A ghost in the window, a ghost on the lawn
And oh, how I miss it when certainty won

Arms of the earth lay bare on the ground
Through broken windows the cicadas sound

Light the candle in the middle of the room
Burn your bridges to a past that has been lost
On a bed made out of broken matchsticks and moss
Light the candle in the middle of the room