Grave of the Fireflies
Max White (NZL), Olive Ward
And in the field outside your house
Where we broke our first bones
And skinned the knees of children
Who once bore our names
The moon makes an appearance
Only in your absence
Dogs without owners and circles of fireflies
Fill the space where you
Clung to them in desperation
And if I squint hard and long enough
I can see you standing in front of me
[Instrumental Outro]