I saw the circus.
It was a fire;
the trees were burning.
The stars were jealous
Well, the moon was low,
my fingers reaching
my sights were set on something sad
a firefly told me a secret:
the stars they wished upon the lightning bugs,
Well,
take to the skies.
Take me to heaven
the gate was barred
the ride was worth the trouble
the stars they fell
right out of your eyes
I made a wish, it was the wrong wish
and when the stars fall out of my eyes, oh please, don't make a wish