Remembering childhood, and the age of innocence.
Written as a method of purging my guilt and remorse for having captured and killed 'lightning bugs" as a young boy. Hardly ever see them around anymore. sad.
In the big black woods the lightning bugs play
Falling stars breeding in the chemical glow
He signals, she responds with pheromones, he glistens
Meeting in mid-air, they consumate life
*We call them fireflys
They're only fireflys
We call them fireflys
But what do we know?
Children dance between the moonbeams like fairies
Scooping up the stars in mayonaisse jars
The soft illumination twinkling in our eyes
Fell asleep with magic under my bed
*repeat chorus
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(dream sequence):
I remember rubbing light on my hand
Feeling like a creature of the night
Breaking out of a memory, I thought I heard a scream
(((((("Look what you've done!"))))))
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In the big black woods I am very quiet
Waiting for the magic to reappear
Then all at once he signals, she responds
I listen
Meeting in mid-air, we consumate life
*We call them fireflys
They're only fireflys
We call them fireflys
But what do we know?