It's a decent day for November 10th
weeks of driving rain
fell across my bed
and I know a girl
who wears tight eyes
and she never goes outside
and she never goes to school
and I know a boy
who wears stocking feet
and he never calls his mom
and he's sorry for it all day long
and I dream one day they go outside
walking in their little night time lines
dream they touch a flower blooming
encased by the falling snow
when it goes oh baby it goes
in dirty fog
sometimes I feel I'm enclosed
in dirty fog
cause the city feels
like a knife tonight
and I'll never go outside
and I'll never go to school
cause I've been reading books
and I've got ten shelves left
words will kill me someday
and then I'll gently slip away
oh how easy it is to gently slip away!
oh how easy it is to gently slip away!
And at night I dream of places in the sky
where the shadows fall in even lines
and the night time is for fireflies
night time is for fireflies
night time is for fireflies
night time is for fireflies