Fireflies کے بول

I'll take care of the sickness Crawling on my skin I feel it I burn And I don't know that the taste of pain means go And everywhere that I'm left to sit I feel my eyes adjust To your memory In a summer night, and a thousand blinking eyes And my greatest fear I'm not here to catch your fire Like my fireflies are stuck inside this jar of mine And all this time I've been watching All of my white butterflies loaded in a shotgun of love The thunder is swaying me And I'm so far from a summer night and a thousand blinking eyes And to my greatest fear I'm not here to catch your fire Like my fireflies are stuck inside this jar of mine Now in our days they called me unsteady As they shook my ground But I have farther than they will come And you are my greatest fear, but I'm not here To catch your fire Like my fireflies are stuck inside this jar of mine