| A little speck falls into the sky | 
| Rub against the night in a flash of a fiery line | 
| Little specks fall, pebbles, dust and sand | 
| Things we hold inside our everyday hands | 
| Somehow, somehow | 
| We come alive just as we’re flaming out | 
| And we wish ourselves whole | 
| And we hope ourselves pure | 
| And we will ourselves different | 
| And we pray ourselves upright | 
| All the sparklers in the sky | 
| Once around, if given time | 
| They come out just fine | 
| They come out just fine | 
| The tears, the scars, the laughter, the love | 
| The ebb and flow under the stars up above | 
| How on earth, if we’re just floating on by | 
| Can all this darkness breed such beautiful light? | 
| Somehow, somehow | 
| We come alive just as we’re flaming out | 
| And we breathe ourselves calm | 
| And we faith ourselves sure | 
| And we sway ourselves evergreen | 
| And we laugh, «Bring on the night.» | 
| All the sparklers in the sky | 
| Once around, if given time | 
| Will come out just fine | 
| Will come out just fine | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine (Will come out just fine) | 
| Will come out just fine… (Will come out just fine…) |