Stars watch us from behind their clouds
as we dwell on our numbered days.
Time screams like a rock concert crowd,
bursts through our cozy summer haze.
So we laugh louder than the night,
we drown out roars of tomorrow,
and we fly with the fireflies
who stand guard, shield us from sorrow.
We become the night, forget dawn,
as our laughter and guard soar on.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC
Stars watch us from behind their clouds
as we dwell on our numbered days.
Time screams like a rock concert crowd,
bursts through our cozy summer haze.
So we laugh louder than the night,
we drown out roars of tomorrow,
and we fly with the fireflies
who stand guard, shield us from sorrow.
We become the night, forget dawn,
as our laughter and guard soar on.