Firefly, firefly,
Could you promise not to lie?
She’s another kind of lady –—
With no tear in her eye.
Doesn’t believe in fairytale,
Deems all things are just for sale...
But I love that crazy woman,
Like a fog upon a dale.
If I knew what’s wrong with brain,
Wouldn’t lose myself in rain,
Wouldn’t stand alone in darkness
On the fireflies' lane.