Fireflies 

Up on the hillside

Where the dragons fight

What does it feel like?

Does it feel alright?

I used to know you

The places we would go

Now it doesn’t feel true

It doesn’t feel right

Constructing my only vice

Where water tuns to ice

On cold rocks and fireflies

Forgetting the good advice

Where water tuns to ice

On cold rocks and fireflies

Back in the city

It’s as cold as stone

Until they dim the lights

And the people walk home

When you want to find it

And you know you’re not even close

It’s a fine art I suppose

Constructing my only vice

Where water tuns to ice

On cold rocks and fireflies

The springtime never looked so nice

Where water tuns to ice

On cold rocks and fireflies

Don’t think twice

No, don’t think twice

Say you love me like hurricanes yeah

Bring back the falling rain

Well the flies in the rain are washing away

Say you’ve love me like a hurricane

Oh no