Ripple in the midnight clouds
No stars at the horizon
Flicker from an old street light
Attracts the moths who claim the night
Satellites that pass overhead
In the ribcage sky
If they stop, we're good as dead
So then what good am I?
But I've heard from encounters with the past
That creatures gentle glowing never last
Oh, won't someone tell me after all
What happened to the fireflies of Montreal?
Darkness in the alleyways
At least for some
In the sixties flew away
Left a few, now there are none
But I've heard from encounters with the past
That gentle creatures glowing never last
Oh, won't someone tell me after all,
What happened to the fireflies of Montreal?
Oh, won't someone tell me after all,
What happened to the fireflies of Montreal?