At the midnight hour, she is walking down.
To that sinful town, holding in her hands,
what should be in the dumps.
She confessed she's gone, from the place she was.
Looking to turn back, but i guess she's lost.
He is telling her, it has all been done.
Seeking something new, in these troubled times.
Take me to the one whom we sacrificed.
It all seems confusing thru my naked eyes.
Down at the table of candlelights.
You can feel the brightness in the darkness,
with these open eyes.
And when the rainstorm comes, he says that it's alrite.
We hope you are coming here, where we are sitting now.
Down at the table of candlelights.
The table of candlelights.
