Looking back
All I have left
Are details
Everything around them just a blur
Like trying to describe
The path traced in the night by fireflies
Let's take the long way around
So you can tell me a secret
Another ghost in the crowd
The less I think of it
The more I think of it
Give me just another moment
To hold your gaze in darkness
To regard ourselves with wonder
Before we turn the lights on, please
Please
Please
Please
Before we turn the lights on
Fresh paint and cigarettes
The fragrance in the air still takes me there
Across the years
Let's take the long way back down
The body gets in the last word
Shape shifters final form
The less I think of it
The more I think of it
Give me just another moment
Of a world that you exist in
Of us breathing in the same air
Before you turn the light off, please
Please
Please
Please
Before you turn the light off"