| Song | Candlelight |
| Artist | Jack Bruce |
| Album | Silver Rails |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
| We suffer so much pain under the sundown’s evening wing | |
| It’s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin | |
| It’s either warm or cold - | |
| That dusty death and the sunshine’s soft peeling | |
| CHORUS | |
| My love - where are you? | |
| Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill - | |
| My love why are you | |
| where you can’t get me anymore - | |
| The sunshine peels your skin | |
| The dance of death is on its way | |
| I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
| It’s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle’s wing | |
| It’s either living in a spaceship or a submarine | |
| Or sunshine peeling our skin | |
| I’m either warm or cold | |
| That sting of death denying | |
| CHORUS | |
| O help us sunshine | |
| O help us sunshine |
| I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
| We suffer so much pain under the sundown' s evening wing | |
| It' s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin | |
| It' s either warm or cold | |
| That dusty death and the sunshine' s soft peeling | |
| CHORUS | |
| My love where are you? | |
| Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill | |
| My love why are you | |
| where you can' t get me anymore | |
| The sunshine peels your skin | |
| The dance of death is on its way | |
| I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
| It' s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle' s wing | |
| It' s either living in a spaceship or a submarine | |
| Or sunshine peeling our skin | |
| I' m either warm or cold | |
| That sting of death denying | |
| CHORUS | |
| O help us sunshine | |
| O help us sunshine |
| I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
| We suffer so much pain under the sundown' s evening wing | |
| It' s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin | |
| It' s either warm or cold | |
| That dusty death and the sunshine' s soft peeling | |
| CHORUS | |
| My love where are you? | |
| Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill | |
| My love why are you | |
| where you can' t get me anymore | |
| The sunshine peels your skin | |
| The dance of death is on its way | |
| I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
| It' s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle' s wing | |
| It' s either living in a spaceship or a submarine | |
| Or sunshine peeling our skin | |
| I' m either warm or cold | |
| That sting of death denying | |
| CHORUS | |
| O help us sunshine | |
| O help us sunshine |