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