Fireflies

eftir Stevie Nicks

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 of 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 is no easy way.
No one ever leaves. Everyone stays close 'till the fire fades.

I would love to believe ... I believe what you say.
In the drama of the moment, for us there is no easy way.
No one ever leaves. Everyone 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 fire flies.

At the risk of my feelings, we are dreamers in the night.
Some call it my nightmare, my five fireflies.
Like a sailing ship but not one of us runs.
(Everyone stays ... and the fire never fades ...)