made in an hour or so after a particularly vivid dream of a soft summer night.
the trees, whisper my name
they say it so quietly (quietly)
the rain, it's falling again
I run though it quietly (comforts me)
and all the nights I stay awake watching the fireflies
and I hear them, and I watch their dance
and as they fly away at night, and on the breaking of the dawn
I only ask one thing, I ask them-please. take me with you.