If I ever make a sound
That seems nervous or unfound
Take it as a child skippin' town
If the ground begins to roll
If your lead turns to gold
Thank the Lord and hope that it is so
This, here, this is the advent candle
A hope to stay and hold the weight, a peace to make
Cross our fingers
Torch the straw
'Cause my baby's gonna be alright
I got songs in the night for you
Yeah my baby's gonna be alright
I got songs in the night for you
But when all of time commands
Can you burn down the house, friend
You built with your own hands?
When you're holding up your own head
Sobbing over a dry bed
Could you see the golden streets?
This, here, this is the advent candle
A hope to stay and hold the freight, a peace to make
Cross our fingers
Torch the straw
'Cause my baby's gonna be alright
I got songs in the night for you
Yeah my baby's gonna be alright
I got songs in the night for you
And my baby's gonna be alright
I got songs in the night for you
Yeah my baby's gonna be alright
I got songs in the night for you
This, here, this is the advent candle
A hope to stay and hold the weight, a peace to make