D C G D I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket D C G D He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high D C G D I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system D C G D And when it flickered out we laid him down to die Chorus: D F G I turn on the light, C G F Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights D F G A beacon in the night, C G F I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses And equip it with just a million tiny suns I'll install upon the roof on my compartment And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls Chorus: Then I'll turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights A beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle Burn like a chasm in the night Burn for a minuscule duration Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D F G |