To be the last to leave, the last to be gone,
stolen from the ones who hung on to it

To be the last in line, the ones that live on,
silhouette of a dream, treasured by the ones
who hung on to it

Almost a breakdown of our love affair,
the stiletto cuts quick, like a whip through the air
Long distance winners where we survive the flight,
not one of us runs from the firelight

I would love to believe I believe what you say
In the drama of the moment, oh, there's no easy way
No one ever leaves Every one stays close till the fire fades

To be the last to leave; what caused the fearsome
divorce in the night, there was no competition
To survive do it right You believe in the five
To survive the distance, everyone fights
Everyone fights and the fireflies

At the risk of my feelings dreamers in the night
Some call it our nightmare, and my five fireflies
Like a sailing ship, not one of us runs
Everyone stays and the fire never fades