[00:09.25]Down down down down
[00:18.01]The wicked candle burns to the ground
[00:24.49]Down down down down
[00:33.22]The wicked candle burns
[00:40.90]The body is stone
[00:45.30]But the soul is made of cloud
[00:50.93]And it has no home but to cry out loud
[01:21.73]We run and we run
[01:32.16]Try to cover lots of ground
[02:05.30]But in the end
[02:10.37]Down down
[02:16.27]Down down down down
[02:22.78]Burns the cigarette to your mouth
[02:36.15]It felt like something coming
[02:42.88]But it never came around
[02:50.89]And all the while
[03:08.14]Down down
[03:13.68]The bottles are all empty
[03:18.68]And the moon is still
[03:23.93]Above the folks that sell the weapons and the folks that kill
[03:53.16]Are you a coward or a convict
[04:14.52]Is it hard to tell
[04:21.54]Both the lonesome and the restless are sleeping well