Testo: Elected (The). Sun, Sun, Sun. Fireflies In A Steel Mill.

She ran hard and her feet felt nothing
a giant river twisting to the top of the hill
and fell down hard, and man, it hurt
and bruised her body on the rocks and the dirt

see, to her this just feels weird
and very, very, very sad
but she won't cry
she won't cry
she'll come home, baby
if you take it all back
if you take it all back

and it was hard when he told her
those ideas that never got finished
well, that's what we are
we're like the places you just never see
you read about them, you know you'd love them
well, that's how you fell in love with me

and to him this just seems weird
and very, very, very sad
but don't cry
don't laugh
would you come home, baby
if I take it all back?
cause I can take it all back
(look out...)

and I've heard that we can be fulfilled
like fireflies in a steel mill
we got fresh pressed linens on the floor
but the landlord's at the door
saying your checks are in disappearing ink
and your gold has broken all my teeth
and this past christmas, the air was too dry
and set fire to the wreath
but we were warm and dry beneath
this is the last time oyu'll do this to me

and oh, oh, oh, oh emily
you can't hold your drink
and no, no, no, no, it has to be
what do you think
of this heavy smog warning?
should we turn our tails and flee?
or should we just sit tight and breathe deep?