He got bad well she got mad And he lowered one more time well she got even No one heard a single word but as the clock ticked from next door I can hear her breathing Well and I said "Good morning Mrs. Sumner, I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Bone, he has a house made out of butterflies, yeah. Well I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told It's a lonely condition called growing old. Let me stumble sometimes...
But I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah... So what you think about that? Yeah, this time, well it all comes down to loss and strain and butterflies, then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright? Did you find a piece of something wrapped around the light side of your life to make you feel better? Yeah well, did you get out with your sanity? Did you save a little something for the people in need? Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
Well, I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah Girl, what you think about that? Yeah this time, well it all comes down to loss and strain and butterflies Then it comes right down to me. Yeah this time, this time, well it all comes down, yeah, to loss and strain and butterflies. Hey yeah yeah, well, come on down to me yeah to me, yeah yeah...
Yeah well is this just the total of all the wages of our sins or have you made yourself a victim in a game that you can't win? Well are we caving in? Does it all depend, on loss and strain and butterflies? Does it come right down to me, anymore? Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down, yeah, oh to loss and strain and butterflies? Hey yeah yeah, well... come on down to me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
