Soft Music Leaves me Drunk

Who speaks for whom,

while I'm left with an empty aching womb.

Funny how good you can be,

never really for4 me.

Man chasing male,

Lala I'm too busy dancing in the gale.

Have you ever seen a candle burn?

I doubt it, with what you've earned.

Still sing with me, 

like in my Grandma's old story.