We're gonna die, Winnipeg said casually, as we stared up through the trees. Branches bent, shivered in the winter breeze, snowflakes falling on our cheeks. And we forgot, all about the bitter cold, walked till we couldn't feel our toes. Stopped on the lake, and then she took off all her clothes, running naked in the snow. Fireflower, fireflower in bloom. I'm such a mess, Winnipeg sadly confessed, as she stared into her beer. I talk too much, burn everything I touch, I don't know what I'm doing here. We dried our shoes, then we went upstairs to my room, said she couldn't stay for long. We met the night, in cigarettes and pillow fights, and when I woke up she was gone. Fireflower, fireflower in bloom. Years were spent, never found out where she went, just a rumor now and then. Notes from Berlin, an old address in Michigan, only embers in the wind. Fireflower, fireflower in bloom. Fireflower, fireflower in bloom. Fireflower, fireflower in bloom.