When a sudden silence falls
between us, when you look at me
that way, an inquisitive butterfly
starts flittering around
a sense we are drifting apart
and the need of a good reason to cling
glued to the dance of a petite
bright spot under quiet clouds
We were also in the hunt for nectar,
but we are not butterflies
between us, when you look at me
that way, an inquisitive butterfly
starts flittering around
a sense we are drifting apart
and the need of a good reason to cling
glued to the dance of a petite
bright spot under quiet clouds
We were also in the hunt for nectar,
but we are not butterflies
