Love
And the candles are burning
Just as they always burn
When you come by
They want to fly
And the room is waiting
Just as it always does
For when you open the door
You don't expect any more
When you're second choice
And the winter's warmth is soothing
Just as it always is
From waiting
But I'm used to waiting, waiting
I'm used to waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming