Fireflies
Will Stratton Lyrics


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I don't think much will ever come of it
It's just that nothing ever does
We always go out with high expectations
And then the sun sets, and I start thinking, 'cause

The red and the yellow
The black and the blue
It might sound kind of shallow
But colors are all I ever knew

The fireflies are coming out
The cicadas are quieting down
These summer nights are like walking through
The hiding place a child found

The amber glow of the windows as we pass by little homes
People talking in their living rooms
They must feel so very much alone

All these sterile rows of parchment houses and paper trees
I don't know if you'd suppose that when dawn hits
Everybody sees

The red and the yellow
The black and the blue




It might sound kind of shallow
But colors are all I ever knew

Overall Meaning

In Will Stratton's song, "Fireflies," the artist reflects on the disappointments and expectations in life, highlighted by the beauty of summer nights and the colors of the world around us. He begins by expressing his pessimism, suggesting that nothing ever comes of anything. He talks about going out with high expectations only to be let down, which leads him to ponder his thoughts as the sun sets. The next stanza talks about his love of colors, and how it might sound shallow, but colors are all he's ever known. He illuminates the beauty of the fireflies and how they come out as the cicadas quiet down, transforming summer nights into memories of a child's hiding place. The sight of the amber glow of windows in the little homes as they pass by is beautiful, but it also reminds him that people may feel isolated in their living rooms.


The final part of the song addresses the monotony of life and the lack of imagination in modern society. Sterile rows of houses and paper trees show how we've lost touch with nature. He questions if people notice the world around them when dawn hits. This song is an ode to life's simplicity and the beauty in the everyday experience of the world. Stratton forces us to take a moment to appreciate the colors and intricate details of life that are often overlooked in our busy lives.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't think much will ever come of it
I am not hopeful about the outcome


It's just that nothing ever does
Things don't usually work out


We always go out with high expectations
We have high hopes


And then the sun sets, and I start thinking, 'cause
But then reality sets in and I start to reflect


The red and the yellow
Colors I perceive


The black and the blue
Colors that I recognize


It might sound kind of shallow
I am aware it may seem superficial


But colors are all I ever knew
But they are what I have come to know and understand


The fireflies are coming out
The fireflies are starting to appear


The cicadas are quieting down
The cicadas are becoming less noisy


These summer nights are like walking through
These summer nights resemble


The hiding place a child found
Where a child would hide


The amber glow of the windows as we pass by little homes
The warm, yellowish light coming from the windows of small houses as we walk by


People talking in their living rooms
Hearing people conversing in their homes


They must feel so very much alone
They may feel isolated and lonely


All these sterile rows of parchment houses and paper trees
All these identical, bland houses and fake trees


I don't know if you'd suppose that when dawn hits
I am not certain if one would expect that when it becomes daylight


Everybody sees
Everyone will see




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gary

beautiful music, i heard this great man through a french radio station called fip fm.. a legend in its own right.. please keep it coming mate x

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