He was sick, he was full of pain Everything he had was summer rain He had dreams, he wanted to fly Just to touch the clouds dancing in the sky
*** Do you see his face full of emptiness? Do you see his eyes full of bright night stars? He was made of wind, he just had a dream He wanted to fly, be the butterfly Do you see my butterflies flying down & up the skies?
He was sick, he was full of love She was cold but it’s not enough She was wild Like a wooden flower If you want to taste her You must be the butterfly
*** Do you see his face full of emptiness? Do you see his eyes full of bright night stars? He was made of wind, he just had a dream He wanted to fly, be the butterfly Do you see my butterflies flying down & up the skies?