I watch your hands like butterflies landing
All among the myths and the legends we create
And all the laughing stories we tell our friends
Close the windows clear up the mess it’s getting late
It’s darker and closer to the end
I watch your hands like butterflies landing
All among the myths and the legends we create
And all the laughing stories we tell our friends
Close the windows clear up the mess it’s getting late
It’s darker and closer to the end