Cosmic butterflies Your eyes look old, life painted grey in your hair and thoughts. You died for a cause and even though it seems that you’ve failed me. You beauties’ left no one behind but yourself.
Hold up my hands and let me see into your face, and know you’re truly mine. Let the pain inside of me not be in you too.
Back against the wall, Calming is the wind that warmly brushes up against my skin. At one time this air in another gave life to their limbs. And maybe their cause was great as well; maybe it had to do with you.
Hold up my hands and let me see into your face, and know you’re truly mine. Let the pain inside of me not be in you too.
Hold up my hands and let me see into your face, and know you’re truly mine. Let the pain inside of me not be in you too.