White cloth, black napkins
Wood chairs surround me
Wood tables, foggy sight
In front, with no light

Night falls beneath candle light

Cast shadows, incense fragrance
From the corner of the room
Cloudy senses, stale light
Below, beneath

Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter sky
Night falls beneath winter sky
White squalls beneath winter skies

Faceless crowd of elderly beings
Roses sprouting, yellow glow
The sub-conscience into the night
Beneath

Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter skies