The fireflies are hovering ahead.
They're lighting up our way.
This moon above us is of no use.
The green lights seem to make everything so calm and clear in view.
We will escape this world, 'cause we're so tired and bored
And we are always so alone, so why should we return?
Hold my hand, as we cross the bridges before we burn them so no one can follow us.
The mist will be our blanket to hide us from view.
And we'll look back at ourselves and try to understand what went wrong, when the fireflies are gone.
The fireflies have gone away from view (tell me what to do now)
Seems like they're giving us a new day.
Tell me why. Why they have to go?
'Cause I don't understand. (gone away)

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