And I keep running out of time,
running out of things to say.
and I fall in love with a firefly,
just hoping he'll want to stay.
As my candle grows close to the end
and my breath begins to wane,
I want to play life over again,
step over my old broken cane.
And if you could just see
what the melting embers mean,
why their gleam is special to me
why I covet their bright sheen...
I would hold your hand and I
would tell you to run away.
No, I'm not very shy,
but it's not good for you to stay.
Because, every time I touch a firefly,
every time I play with the embers,
a little part of me dies,
and a little part of you remembers.
And once upon a time,
I dared to fall in love with a firefly.
And, oh, could he shine,
until the day he died.
And, like an crushed ember,
he's still here on the ground.
Ashen and trying to remember,
he's fallen into a large mound.
Run away, now.