Brazzaville

Blue candles
At noon
Burn with a light
That makes me think of you
You went away too soon

The evening
We met
The peculiar way
You held your cigarette
I knew we would be friends

Lonely
Summer afternoons
Smoking in a turquoise furnished room
Oh Oh

We smoked some
Balloons
Abandoned the world
Outside your little room
Two candles in the gloom

The hair on
Your legs
It don? t really turn me on
But that? s OK
? Cause I like you anyway

Lonely?