Where the sound of movement whistles in the air
When the stars in your eyes shine and make you cry
When the beauty of your days now turns to grey
What it's left for us is only falling rain
We should let our guilts go
We won't deny another minute of our world
What is this misplaced, disturbing sense of guilt?
What is this returning sickness we're still in?
When there's nothing else but burning butterflies
Only dust of us remains
Now lay back a moment and try to think about me
Am I the only one for you after the shit I still bring
I can't even think about how much I can miss
I can't promise anything anymore but I'm sure that
We should let our guilts go
We won't deny another minute of our world
What is this misplaced, disturbing sense of guilt?
What is this returning sickness we're still in?
When there's nothing else but burning butterflies
Only dust of us remains
What does mean to you "Don't go"
What does mean to me "Feel free"
What should we do to match these pieces that we stare at but don't see
We just don't know
When there's nothing else but burning butterflies
When there's nothing else but burning butterflies