Make a wish, drop a coin in the well Picked her up hitching to Chicago Rucksack, skateboard, bashed up guitar Back of the bar she dances slow Spins and spins, lost in her headphones A kiss that lasts the length of a distant song
Watching her sleep in the morning lights Whispering dreams, no worry lines Butterfly writes a song in the air No man can read Sets down on a nest of red hair Wings outspread open like a Bible She taste of sweetcorn, jasmine, cardamom seeds
Bye, bye butterfly Beyond the glass, the open sky Your time is brief, your impact fleetingly deep Gone, gone, the moment's gone Flipped a coin and then move on Your time was brief, your impact deep
Spinner got hooked in the branch of an oak tree Watching wind ripple through the wheat fields She found him sleeping in a pile of dead leaves
Can't catch hold of a summer breeze Hang your coat on a wave, on a sunbeam She woke him up, he was asleep Can't catch hold of the summer breeze Hang your coat on a wave, on a sunbeam She woke him up, he was asleep
Bye, bye butterfly Beyond the glass, the open sky Your time is brief, your impact fleetingly deep Gone, gone, the moment's gone Flipped a coin and then move on Your time was brief, your impact deep
(Maybe it's a lie) (Maybe it's a crime) (Maybe it's a one way street) (Maybe it's a lie) (Maybe it's a crime) (Maybe it's a one way street)
Dives from the bridge, crushed by the waves Ocean tears at his clothes Puts rocks in his pocklets He struggles to the place where the car hit the sea
Hand over fist down a rope of seaweed Dives to the kelp bed floor To the wreck of the flat top car Frees a red haired girl from the passenger seat Breathe, breathe
Flowers can fly Enchanted by beauty Mesmerizes More, more, more, more Flowers can fly Enchanted by beauty Mesmerizes More, more, more, more More, more, more, more More, more, more, moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
