Tonight a firefly is illuminating my window

 

Tonight a firefly is illuminating my window

And inside an old jar I would keep it

 

He said the secret is to listen in silence

And within the heart of a flower in a city

Never to blossom

 

Now that time is standing still

I am waiting

I am waiting

Now that time is standing still

I am waiting

I am waiting

 

Lumps in my throat scratching

The white hands of silence

And to the sky in a bottle

I would never want to look

 

Now that time is standing still

I am waiting

I am waiting

Now that time is standing still

I am waiting

I am waiting

 

Tonight a firefly is illuminating my window

And in a slip of I don’t know what

I’m collecting images