Wick wore down, I let the candle drown
In the wax that bound its namesake
Candle knows at the very most
You'll get enough heat to kill a flame
And when the wax is free, make a figurine
And put it in a museum
Curator was always so damn sure they'd picked the perfect presenation
Oh, I am laughing so hard I shed a tear
Oh Dani, we got nothing
Oh Dani, ain't that something
Oh Dani, what you're humming
Oh Dani, the sun's coming and that's something