| We’re gonna die, Winnipeg said casually
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| As we stared up through the trees
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| The branches bent, shivered in the winter breeze
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| Snowflakes fallin' on our cheeks
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| And we forgot all about the bitter cold
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| Walked till we couldn’t feel our toes
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| Stopped on the lake, and then she took off all her clothes
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| Runnin' naked in the snow
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| I’m such a mess, Winnipeg sadly confessed
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| As she stared into her beer
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| I talk too much, burn everything I touch
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| I don’t know what I’m doin' here
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| We dried our shoes, then we went upstairs to my room
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| Said she couldn’t stay for long
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| We met the night, cigarettes and pillow fights
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| When I woke up she was gone
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| Years were spent, never found out where she went
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| Just a room and now a name
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| Notes from Berlin, an old address in Michigan
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| Only embers in the wind
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| Fireflower, fireflower, fireflower in bloom
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| Fireflower, fireflower in bloom |