High standards just don’t cut it
Not if you can’t cut it
Like blunt scissors, you carry on roughly
Half heartedly
Aimlessly in the dark
Not knowing where you’ll get to
No one to light your way

Life’s a blown out candle
Life’s a broken boat on the sea

And there’s always Elliott
Even if he’s not around
He’ll show up with a bitter joke
Or just a sound
A welcome friend despite
The warm west coast to take the edge
To take the edge off of the fight

Life’s konya suriyeli escort a blown out candle
Life’s a broken boat on the sea

And you can forget it
Forget about meanings
Means nothing to anyone else
And in five or maybe ten
Won’t mean anything to yourself
Like a scarf you used to have
You won’t recall again

Life’s a blown out candle
Life’s a broken boat on the sea
Life’s a blown out candle
Life’s a dream to me