The world keeps getting smaller
`til it closes `round my room
and everything I feel now
is hard and fast and true
My window is a spotlight
on the madness down below
it takes a silent figure
to make this place a home
Now the candles burn all night
without you
and the moon hangs out of sight
so blue
on Seventh Avenue
I gave you what you wanted
and it took so many years
now I`m just a part of
the traffic and the tears
I am not a lighthouse
not the answer or the truth
but the love that I held onto
is safe inside this room
Now the candles burn all night
without you
and the moon hangs out of sight
so blue
on Seventh Avenue