Текст: Colours Run. Sketches. Fireflies.

Caroline, we're such a mess
I'm sorry if I make it hard
I promised you I'd mow the lawn
Now everything is overgrown
And all of your dreams have died
Now you believe your eyes

Can't carry you, my withered love
Cos recently you weigh me down
Oh, but you can travel where you please
Just name the story, I will read

May all of your tears have dried
Now you believe your eyes

It's no life for fireflies
Still I, oh
Still I
Love you Caroline

May all of your dreams survive
Inconsequential time

It's no life for fireflies
Still I
Oh, still I
Love you Caroline