I don't know what I wanna do,
so I'm gonna take you to
the space between life and death, love and hate,
my moon and your planet;
ooh-ooh, I'm gonna make music.

Dragon flies over the river.
We'll write the first song.
I've fallen into the water;
I'm not gonna call you on my cellular phone.
Dragonflies flying over the river
will write the first song,
and we'll drown in the water;
Call me on my hell phone.

I don't know what I wanna do,
so I'm gonna take you to
the space between me and you, rain and fire,
my sky and your underground station;
train station, I'm gonna make music.

Someone I once knew died just the other night, and
now I hold the key to his soul.
Tried to get out of the blizzard,
but now all I can see is snow.
Friend of mine once told me
'bout a man who was made of gold,
this was around the time
all your EEG equipment got sold.
Funny how after thirty minutes,
everything can seem so old.
I read a newspaper once, in which
everything was written in bold;
when that paper told me
I would reap what I had sewn,
it was the first time I started
a fire of my own.

I drowned in September.
I'm gonna take you to
the space between you and me, axe and tree,
homicide and suicide;
tonight, we're gonna make music.

Down in September, you'll be finding me to be
someone else; a mystery.

Lyrics submitted by marzipanflows

Dragonflies song meanings
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