The snow, the ball, the lack of fall Like the clothes on my mommy you can shout the call Why call the shot, you can not jump off Come on, one man, you gotta wanna be sharp The haughty numb job, but you can`t be right No springs as glue, few wanna see a lie Flight on the crow, you gotta wanna run lose Run in the snow, come in , show through Can not cut, can not show cruel
With tweezers, oh, I try And with the secret in your eyes Your punch is showing your pain You shot me, you called me You called the sun to show my face again
Gotta butterfly, and it`s callin` your name I gotta butterfly, still callin` your name I gotta butterfly, callin` your name I gotta butterfly, butterfly
The wall, the shop, the bag of snow
Wanna simple net thrown, few come, crumbs fall on Come the old plan, stiff challenge you cast aside Wanna piece me strumming on a something too wide What do you want to show with it deep inside Like the sod is spots of snow, wanna punish your mind The light of the fear, shot of all shots So comin` up the wall, come such sides and I
I gotta butterfly, still callin` your name I gotta butterfly, got it callin` your name I gotta butterfly, stil callin` your name i gotta butterfly, butterfly
Walls are mine, choose to see All the shine, wanna be, yeah yeah All`s a shine, look at me Call the shot, you wanna be, yeah yeah Call the shot, look at me Call the shot, I just wanna be, yeah yeah