Everytime they light up those Easter candles

I simply can't help but to think about you

Flashback to the time when we first met

Regretting the fact it won't happen again

Everytime I sing that hymn before the crowd

I remember the way you turned to face me

You looked amazing in your white dress shirt

When can I see you dressed like that again?

Everytime it comes to that candlelit night

I recall the moment I knew I was screwed

The moment I realized I needed your attention

The moment you became an idiot's muse

That night was the night I couldn't take back

Only through memories and the hymns that I sing

Tonight, it is not you in that white dress shirt

It's no longer you turning to the sound of my voice