Roman Candle

Where I go
Where I go
I won't know
Where I go
Where I go
I won't know

But if I live with my fear
This could be my year.
I walk alone at night
I let my love out like a kite

I could be roman candle
I could be honey yellow light
But I won't freak out again
Burn up all my friends
And if I keep my head clear
This could be my year