Firefly - Martha Tilston

VERSE 1

Before the morning let us bathe upon the yellow.

I love to sleep with the ringing of the cello,

In my ears, nothing but your warm breath,

I always sleep on the left.

CHORUS

(And) I still get a chill

Still get a spill

Filling up my belly when I think of you.

(You see) I still get a river

Still get a quiver

And it burns down my spine

When I think that you’re mine.

(Oh, yes you are!)

VERSE 2

And always hunting for the light,

Well.

it’s a firefly.

Don’t you see that it’s you aglow?

In the morning when work is in the air,

I love to play with your hair.

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 1)

(CHORUS)

CODA

I still get a chill

Still get a spill

Filling up my belly when I think of you.

So the river calls to deliver

And it burns down my spine

(Oh) … you’re mine

Oh, you’re mine

Oh, you’re mine

O, you’re mine