A Rose, A Candle And You

Coming in from a midnight stroll
I place a rose I cut, on the table in my room
At the window where I can see it from my bed
The rose is silhouetted by the moon

As I douse the candlelight
On my pillow, I gently rest my head
And blending in with shadows cast from lights out in the street
My shape becomes a pattern on my bed

Walking through a garden in my dream
I'm captured by the beauty of this place
Unaware of where I am I kneel to cut a rose
In the bloom of the rose I see your face

Right away I feel as though
I've seen your face before
And the rose is now a candle in my hand
And I'm outside my window looking at myself
And neither of us seem to understand

A rose, a candle and you
A rose, a candle and you
A rose, a candle and you
A rose, a candle and you