Wick wore down, I let the candle drown In the wax that bound its namesake Candle knows at the very most that You'll get enough heat to kill a flame And when the wax is free, make a figurine And put it in a museum Oh, the curator was always so damn sure They'd picked the perfect representation 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 humming? Oh, Dani, the Sun's coming and that's something