Dreams Of Fireflies (On A Christmas Night) - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Stars and dandelions

Like coins thrown into wells

Are the things that we can wish upon

And where our dreams do dwell

But the dark it is the darkness

It’s the stars that make it night

For the night is God’s cathedral

Which one enters at twilight

And occasionally when needed

Some stars will leave the evening skies

And for a short while dwell amongst us

In the dreams of fireflies