To be the last to leave, the last to be gone,
stolen from the ones who hung on to it.
To be the last in line, the ones that live on,
silhouette of a dream, treasured by the ones
.. who hung on to it.
Almost a breakdown of our love affair,
the stiletto cuts quick, like a whip through the air.
Long distance winners .. where we survive the flight,
not one of us runs .. from the firelight.
I would love to believe .. I believe what you say.
In the drama of the moment, oh, there's no easy way.
No one ever leaves. Every one stays .. close till the fire .. fades.
To be the last to leave; what caused the fearsome ..
divorce in the night, there was no competition.
To survive do it right. You believe in the five.
To survive the distance, everyone fights.
Everyone fights .. and the fireflies.
At the risk of my feelings .. dreamers in the night.
Some call it our nightmare, and my five fireflies.
Like a sailing ship, not one of us runs.
Everyone stays .. and the fire never fades........