| There she sits her hands are held |
| Tight around her glass |
| She only needs to be alone |
| She knows this mood will pass |
| To realize that she was strong |
| And he too weak to stay |
| And to realize that she is better off this way |
| Brief candles in her mind |
| Bright and tiny gems of memory |
| Brief candles burn so fine |
| Leaves a light inside where she can see |
| What makes it all worthwhile |
| Her sadness makes her smile… |
| His alone girl fades away |
| Left out on a limb |
| Finds he needs her more because |
| She’s no more need for him |
| He understood so very well |
| The things she had to say |
| Soon he’ll understand that he is better off this way |
| Brief candles in his mind |
| Bright and tiny gems of memory |
| Brief candles burn so fine |
| Leaves a light inside where he can see |
| What makes it all worthwhile |
| His sadness makes him smile… |
| In the corner see his face |
| The man just sips his drink |
| Not one feeling does he show |
| Far too numb to think |
| He does not say a single word |
| No word of love to say |
| Maybe he will soon believe he’s better off this way… |
| Brief candles in his mind |
| Bright and tiny gems of memory |
| Brief candles burn so fine |
| Leaves a light inside where he can see |
| What makes it all worthwhile |
| His sadness makes him smile… |