She slips in and out of her dull imagination   That floats around the twilight of her tomb   Clutching her little treasures   That represent a happy moment   Displayed with sad affection in her room      But this life is a prison   And it hurts to hear the children laughing   While they live their pretty little dreams   And frozen all the while   Is a tearful bitter smile   Nothing's really what it seems      Nothing's really what it seems   Nothing's really what it seems      Like a silver little fool   You were standing at the alter   In the tides by the candles   As they burn      Pressed against the mirror   Playing all your favourite film stars   Ready for the camera   That would never, never turn      Push aside the curtain   Of your tiny garret window   And glare out on the narrow little world      You were in your wedding dress   Great expectations more or less   Playing with your dolls like any ordinary   Little girl      Candle light   Candle bright   Won't you light my way tonight   Candle light   Candle bright   Won't you light my way tonight      Now it's the futile bitter feelings   That clutch you in the middle   You were never really given a chance      And the spite that jabs your mind   Hides a heart that's really warm and kind   And the pulse that races with   Each other inquisitive glance      You were always the outsider   And they set you up a childhood   To be just another cuddly toy      And the whisper in the street   When the street corner gossips meet   The woman on the fourth floor   He was such a happy boy      The woman on the fourth floor   He was such a happy boy   The woman on the fourth floor   He was such a happy boy   The woman on the fourth floor   He was such a happy boy      Candle light   Candle bright   Won't you light my way tonight   Candle light   Candle bright   Won't you light my way tonight   Candle light   Candle bright   Won't you light my way tonight