Fireflies - Will Stratton, Anthony Lee Rogers, Kieran Kelly

I don’t think much will ever come of it

It’s just that nothing ever does

We always go out with high expectations

And then the sun sets, and I start thinking, 'cause

The red and the yellow

The black and the blue

It might sound kind of shallow

But colors are all I ever knew

The fireflies are coming out

The cicadas are quieting down

These summer nights are like walking through

The hiding place a child found

The amber glow of the windows as we pass by little homes

People talking in their living rooms

They must feel so very much alone

All these sterile rows of parchment houses and paper trees

I don’t know if you’d suppose that when dawn hits

Everybody sees

The red and the yellow

The black and the blue

It might sound kind of shallow

But colors are all I ever knew