Stay Lit (Bergshamra Underpass) (demo)

Would it help if I said you've touched the bottom?
All your tragic plays are gone but not forgotten
Herculean or trivial, whatever you prize, I prize in common
Everything could come to something if
You wash, wash, wash yourself clean
When you wash, wash, when you care
So take this, my night candle
Wrap yourself around it tightly
With one burning oil, may you stay lit, '
Cause in its light you shine so brightly