Blue Candles - Brazzaville

Blue candles at noon

Burn with a light that makes me think of you

You went away too soon

The evening we met

The peculiar way you held your cigarette

I knew we would be friends

Lonely summer afternoons

Smoking in a turquoise furnished room

Whoa-oh

We smoked some balloons

Abandoned the world outside your little room

Two candles in the gloom

The hair on your legs

It don’t really turn me on but that’s OK

‘Cause I like you anyway

Lonely summer afternoons

Smoking in a turquoise furnished room

Whoa-oh