[00:00.000] 作词 : 7-FireFly
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 7-FireFly
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 7-FireFly
[00:08.914]Cicadas hummin' through the screen door
[00:14.293]Sunlight paints the checkered floor
[00:17.993]I'm tying ribbons 'round my bicycle spokes
[00:22.329]While you're kickin' gravel in your dirt-stained cloak
[00:27.644]The creek's whispering secrets we already know
[00:31.985]Your laughter's the compass wherever we go
[00:36.700]Wildflowers blush in the ditches below
[00:43.128]Oh, this is how spring starts to glow
[00:48.254]You spin me like dandelion fluff in the breeze
[00:52.804]Our shadows waltz through the young apple trees
[00:56.901]Every heartbeat's a seed taking root in this dirt
[01:01.164]In the golden hour when the whole world's your shirt
[01:10.848]Oh, we're two fireflies in a mason jar spark
[01:15.950]Dancin' through springtime in this old pickup's park
[01:24.507]Screen porch swing creaks hymns at twilight
[01:28.971]Fireflies write love notes in cursive light
[01:33.282]You pick clover chains with calloused fingertips
[01:37.902]While the moon pours milk over our chipped teacup lips
[01:47.108]Remember last spring when the flood washed the bridge?
[01:55.619]We built rafts from barn wood and old refrigerator grids
[02:04.512]Now the tadpoles swim circles where the tractor tires spun
[02:14.168]And my heart's that first crocus pushin' through frozen ground
[02:24.280]The church bell's echo melts with the snow
[02:28.968]Your hand in mine's where the dogwoods bloom slow
[02:33.358]We're the green rushing back to the willow's bare bones
[02:38.086]Two souls stitching spring from the earth's quiet moan

作词 : 7-FireFly
作曲 : 7-FireFly
编曲 : 7-FireFly
Cicadas hummin' through the screen door
Sunlight paints the checkered floor
I'm tying ribbons 'round my bicycle spokes
While you're kickin' gravel in your dirt-stained cloak
The creek's whispering secrets we already know
Your laughter's the compass wherever we go
Wildflowers blush in the ditches below
Oh, this is how spring starts to glow
You spin me like dandelion fluff in the breeze
Our shadows waltz through the young apple trees
Every heartbeat's a seed taking root in this dirt
In the golden hour when the whole world's your shirt
Oh, we're two fireflies in a mason jar spark
Dancin' through springtime in this old pickup's park
Screen porch swing creaks hymns at twilight
Fireflies write love notes in cursive light
You pick clover chains with calloused fingertips
While the moon pours milk over our chipped teacup lips
Remember last spring when the flood washed the bridge?
We built rafts from barn wood and old refrigerator grids
Now the tadpoles swim circles where the tractor tires spun
And my heart's that first crocus pushin' through frozen ground
The church bell's echo melts with the snow
Your hand in mine's where the dogwoods bloom slow
We're the green rushing back to the willow's bare bones
Two souls stitching spring from the earth's quiet moan