Long after the workers have gone to bed With the breadcrumbs of the modern life left behind It's first in everyone's heart The smallest miracles happen when trees are bending In the middle of an autumn night Fireflies sing a melancholy tune When I stay up late with you There's so much we got to say "Hi," you say and smile my way But then we get confronted with a backlog and a string of emails to reply to And so, instead of me taking you Christmas shopping... Yeah, I don't see you or me getting together.