Butterfly

Every morning she comes around
shes got butterfly wings
her feet never touch
the ground
but she can only play
just a little while
shes got a lot of things to do
but if i could fly
just as half as high as she can
she’d be my reason to carry on
but shes gone

(2x)
you never come down
close enough to talk to me
you leave without making a sound
but if i could fly
just as half as high as she can
she’d be my reason to carry on
but even flowers die and every moments stolen
babies turn to old men
and you and i will one day be gone