fireflies - owl city
You would not believe your eyes,
I had watched it happen. But I did nothing. I couldn't do anything. But I had watched.
If ten million fireflies,
Lit up the world as I fell asleep.
Cause they'd fill the open air,
I stared up at the sky. Stars, so many stars. Fireflies stuck to the sky became stars. I began counting them, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes. One, two, three..
And leave tear drops everywhere,
I lost count around 200, and that was only because clouds started covering the sky. Not that it made much of a difference, it was one of those cold and dark nights. And then, rain. Rain drops. Cold, fast, steady.
You'd think me rude,
But I would just stand and, stare.
And I just stood there. Gazing at the water. It soaked me. I didn't care. It stung my skin. I didn't notice. My hair stuck to my forehead, hanging over my eyes, spilling over random strands and clumps. I heard it, I heard it all. Plip, plop, plop, plip, splash, plip. No definite tune.
I'd like to make myself believe,
That planet Earth turns,
slowly.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
'Cause everything is never as it seems.
I felt the unshed tears in my eyes. But I couldn't bring them to fall. People thought I was cold-hearted for that, but maybe it was for another reason. Maybe I should know why. But I didn't. I just knew I couldn't cry. I couldn't force my tears out. I felt them, burning my eyes and blurring my vision, but they never fell. They thought I was cold-hearted, others thought I was strong. I was neither. I was me.
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs,
From ten thousand lightning bugs,
As they tried to teach me how to dance.
The rain engulfed me completely. It was like a hug. A cold, uncaring hug. But that just made it better. My hoodie was soaked, my head was light, and all I could think about was how beautiful and dark the rain was. I held my arms out at my side and tilted my head up, letting the steady beat drum on my face.
A foxtrot above my head,
A sock hop beneath my bed,
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread).
Cold, so very cold..
I'd like to make myself believe,
That planet Earth turns
slowly.
A few minutes passed. Or maybe it was an hour. I couldn't tell. The world was spinning, but it was so slow. Everything was dulled. Everything was slowed. Everything had given up, it seemed. Except the rain. The rain kept falling. Hard, angry drops splashed on the ground, on my body. They were cursing me. Cursing me for letting the world fall out of its pattern.
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
'Cause everything is never as it seems. (When I fall asleep).
