Fireflies.

Sinking… I’m falling in too deep and I regret it.
“I don’t know”; it’s all we have left to say.
How do we pick ourselves up now?
If the clouds bring the rain before we evaporate...
I’ll never be able to say… I love you.

Stay bright, little fireflies. Make light before my eyes.

Thinking… About all my regrets and contradictions.
Where do I go? I thought this would start like rain.
Do I learn to grow up now or just fade away under this tree of shame?
Or will I be able to say… I love you.

Stay bright, little fireflies. Make light before my eyes.

And all you do, and all you say washes away... away with the rain.
And all you thought would never change, washes away... It will never be the same.

Cause all I see and all I feel takes me away...

And all you do, and all you say washes away, away with the rain.

Wish I could love you. And I don’t regret the rain. Now that I’m sinking I will just sink away…