Song Description

the difficulties of girls growing up in the city

Lyrics

Fireflies...
No new leaf to turn over,
just broken glass, not clover;
tracers of love...
they glow, and seek the heat
of targets in the street,
Infrared,
like the heatprint on a bed
of a body...

Fireflies...
Glitter,pulsing with each beat
through gardens of concrete;
they're tracers of love.
Neon hearts, full of desire,
they shine with love's first fire,
blazing bright,
flares of hope
in the night...

Fireflies...
like a match between cupped hands,
don't know or understand
they're tracers of love.
Some will strike a spark,
others fade into the dark
of the hungry city night:
unnoticed,unremembered,
not a sputter
like a cigarette
in the gutter.