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The power went out about an hour ago
But I don't really mind the darkness, you know
I struck a little match, lit a candle on the stand
Got a worn-out paperback resting in my hand
The house is settling down, creaking in the cold
I'm getting lost inside a story that is centuries old
The shadows flicker on the ceiling like a silent play
Taking me a million miles from the troubles of the day
Turn the page softly, don't break the spell
Everything is quiet, and everything is well
In the candlelight glow, I'm fading out of sight
Wrapped up in a blanket on a quiet winter night
Just the rustle of the paper and the ticking of the clock
My heavy mind has finally found a way to stop
Oh, my heavy mind has finally found a way to stop
The wick is burning low, turning into wax
I feel my tired shoulders finally relax
I don't need a screen, I don't need a blinding light
Just this little yellow flame keeping back the night
Turn the page softly, don't break the spell
Everything is quiet, and everything is well
In the candlelight glow, I'm fading out of sight
Wrapped up in a blanket on a quiet winter night
Just the rustle of the paper and the ticking of the clock
My heavy mind has finally found a way to stop
In the candlelight glow, I'm fading out of sight
Wrapped up in a blanket on a quiet winter night
Just the rustle of the paper and the ticking of the clock
My heavy mind has finally found a way to stop
Oh, my heavy mind has finally found a way to stop