Last light in the sky

Verse 1:

The shop lights hum in the winter rain,

Cardboard boxes, dreams with names.

“Midnight Bloom” and “Dragon’s Cry,”

All stacked beneath a fading sign.

“Fireworks Three Six Five,” it reads,

Cheap as hope, and twice as brief.

We fill our carts, we fill our hearts,

With sparks we cannot yet release.

Chorus:

’Cause this is the last light in the sky,

The last echo before goodbye.

We’ll hold our matches, trembling hands,

And wait for the cold to pass again.

Oh, Holland sleeps beneath the snow,

And all our colors wait below.

Two months ’til we can let them fly—

The last light in the sky.

Verse 2:

Old men smile, their eyes half bright,

Remembering every New Year’s night.

The air so loud, the smoke so wide,

The kind of joy you couldn’t hide.

Now laws are words we can’t fight through,

But still we buy what we once knew.

A box of thunder, a piece of June,

To light the dark again too soon.

Chorus:

’Cause this is the last light in the sky,

The last echo before goodbye.

We’ll hold our matches, trembling hands,

And wait for the cold to pass again.

Oh, Holland sleeps beneath the snow,

And all our colors wait below.

Two months ’til we can let them fly—

The last light in the sky.

Bridge:

When January fades away,

Who will count the stars that stay?

We’ll stand together, quiet, near,

To whisper: “We were here.”

Final Chorus (softly):

This is the last light in the sky,

Our hearts will bloom, though laws will die.

And when we strike that spark at last,

We’ll watch the old world burn to past.

Oh, Holland sighs beneath the glow,

One final fire before the snow.

Goodbye to noise, to youth, to high—

The last light in the sky.