Gemma Hayes Holy Places
This stupid mess brings out your eyes
And all those beautiful cities inside
I’ve never seen a firefly but I picture it in my mind
Distant and uneasy, will return to me eventually
Holy Places, for you and I
We need the Holy Place, where there’s fireflies
Sometimes the sun is too bright
And the world kicks me on the inside
These bones whistle endlessly
For the lonely and the crazy
My world subsides
Holy Places, for you and I
We need the Holy Places, where there’s fireflies
This stupid mess, it brings out your eyes
And all those beautiful cities inside