Candle Opera      No one really knows where we go   When the light fades;   Maybe it trades places with hand grenades   No one knows, no one really knows      Even when they caught me with the blood on my hands,   I refused to take the witness stand   You gave me the benefit of the doubt,   The benefit of the doubt      I have a twin; He stirs his tonic and gin    with the rose he never gave away   He could swallow the thorn in your side   You don't want to know where I've really been      Even though I had no alibi,   I could not look you in the eye   You gave me the benefit of the doubt, the benefit of the doubt   You gave me the benefit of the doubt   You gave me, you gave me, the benefit of the doubt      No one really knows where we go   When the light fades;   Maybe it trades places with the love we made   No one knows, no one really knows