The heart betrays and imaginations run wild, Our fingers intertwine, but ghost hands collide, The heart betrays and imaginations run wild, Our fingers intertwine, but ghos...

Our love should be destiny, Our love should be fate, Our love should be destiny, Our love should be fate,

We realize: no fairytale's coming true. We realize: no fairytale's coming true.

I call you baleful. I call you baleful.

Wow.... Wow....

Wonder if it had never come in my life and hit. Wonder if it had never come in my life and hit.

With no thought of fees or my plan of action. With no thought of fees or my plan of action.

She might just be asleep in her petite form. She might just be asleep in her petite form.

And yet.... And yet....

It was the magic of the beautiful fireflies. It was the magic of the beautiful fireflies.