People relish in the appeal of the butterfly, but never recognize the transformations it has worked through to accomplish that appeal.
When the street gets hazy and you can no longer perceive, just my love fire a sparkle and have a little trust in me,
When the tears you weep are all you can think, just give this tender arms a try baby and have a little trust in me,
and when your back’s next to the cliff, just turn around and you will perceive; I will hook you, I will take your fall baby. Just have a little trust in me.
If your mind believes in imagining, There is no another place I remember.
Well, time here passes on by without a thought for tomorrow, yeah that was the day for me.
How hard I travel on this adventure, guess I’ll count a million lamps along the highway, and every moment I start to stew, something murmurs in my ear says the name I long to catch.
Almost homely, I am almost done might be fallen and scared: but I am just a bubble away, just one extra measure and I’ll be home.
Simply one extra day is all that my courage needs, I am gonna get there eventually, feel’s so freezing and lonely but I am almost home.