Candles

I can hear the laughter coming from inside.
I memorize his face, but I'm on the wrong side.
I bought him something special, it's wrapped up on the dash.
I'll leave it by the doorstep before the moment passes.
I'm counting candles through the glass,
Wishing I could make them last.
Every flame reminds me how I lost my place in there somehow.
He's growing up without me now.
I see the joy I can't be part of.
Candles through the glass.
Candles through the glass.
She'll bring the cake out soon.