The sun was amazing,
A blood-red flower.
I thought it could be captured:
Firefly.
There were mountains on fire
Falling into the ocean,
Devouring the red sun,
Spitting out starlight,
Dampened by the full moon.
I looked by whatever was holding us all.
And there were people everywhere
There were voices in the night
We were the last ones left.
And there were people everywhere
There were voices in the night
We were the last ones left.
The moon was an anchor
Hugging our eyes
Holding the time
Still.
There were mountains on fire
Falling into the ocean,
Devouring the red sun,
Spitting out starlight,
Dampened by the full moon.
I looked by whatever was holding us all,
Was holding us all.
And there were people everywhere
There were voices in the night
We were the last ones left.
And there were people everywhere
There were voices in the night
We were the last ones left.
Words are expensive.
(The) world is alive.
And we can be quiet.
We say goodbye.