Track 9 of the album Streetlight Hours · 2018
Candle in the Power Cut
by Veda Monroe
“The block went dark and we lit one candle. It's the most cosy room on the record.”
r&b · bedroom r&b · acoustic soul · 3:24
Lyrics
Lights went out at half past nine Whole block dark, the fridge stopped its hum Found a candle in the kitchen drawer Struck a match and let the quiet come Shadows dancing on the wall like friends Neighbors laughing through the open door Phone's at twenty, who needs it anyway We got a blanket and a bit of floor Soft little flame, say my name Nothing else to do but stay Candle in the power cut Everything slows when the world shuts up Candle in the power cut Gold on your face and the night feels like us No screens, no rush, just breathing slow Let the dark hold us, nowhere to go Candle in the power cut Warm as a whisper, warm as enough We found a deck of cards, played for pennies Lost every hand and I didn't mind You told me stories from when you were small Voice like honey, easy to find Outside the city's a sleeping giant Stars come out where the streetlights fall I never knew the dark could be this gentle Funny how a blackout gives us all Soft little flame, say my name Nothing else to do but stay Candle in the power cut Everything slows when the world shuts up Candle in the power cut Gold on your face and the night feels like us No screens, no rush, just breathing slow Let the dark hold us, nowhere to go Candle in the power cut Warm as a whisper, warm as enough If the lights come back, I won't mind But part of me wants to stay behind In this little circle of amber glow Where the whole wide world moves slow Wax is melting, the flame leans low We lean in closer, soft hello A hum from the street, the power's near But we don't move, we linger here Click, the fridge starts up again Bulbs flicker bright, but then You blow the candle, just for a beat Dark again, and it's still sweet Candle in the power cut Everything slows when the world shuts up Candle in the power cut Gold on your face and the night feels like us No screens, no rush, just breathing slow Let the dark hold us, nowhere to go Candle in the power cut Warm as a whisper, warm as enough Soft little flame, soft little flame Nothing else to do but stay the same