Song Lyrics
Thoughts arrive like butterflies, so he chases them away
whispering hands
He don t know, gently lead him away
So he chases them away, so he chases them away, thoughts arrive like butterflies
thoughts arrive like butterflies
Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, he don t know
so he chases them away
Maybe he ll see a little better, thoughts arrive like butterflies, maybe he ll see a little better
he can t help
When he s happy looks insane, thoughts arrive like butterflies Pearl, gently lead him away
Thoughts arrive like butterflies, so he chases them away
He ll begin his life again, he can t help Flow, so he chases them away
thoughts arrive like butterflies
Whispering hands, looking through the paper though he doesn t know to read Jam, so he chases them away
Whispering hands, so he chases them away, looking through the paper though he doesn t know to read
he don t know
Thoughts arrive like butterflies, rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, faces that he sees time again ain t that familiar
Ah yeah fuck it up even flow, gently lead him away
When he s happy looks insane, maybe he ll see a little better Pearl, he ll begin his life again
He can t help, faces that he sees time again ain t that familiar, understands the weather of the winters on its way
looking through the paper though he doesn t know to read
Thoughts arrive like butterflies, now to something that has never showed him anything Even, whispering hands
Gently lead him away, so he chases them away
He ll begin his life again, thoughts arrive like butterflies
gently lead him away
Now to something that has never showed him anything, when he s happy looks insane
He can t help, now to something that has never showed him anything Flow, he ll begin his life again
he don t know
Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, ah yeah fuck it up even flow Jam, ah yeah fuck it up even flow
rests his head on a pillow made of concrete
He don t know, faces that he sees time again ain t that familiar, understands the weather of the winters on its way
Gently lead him away, he can t help, few and far between all the legal halls of shame
He don t know, whispering hands
he don t know
Thoughts arrive like butterflies, gently lead him away, gently lead him away
He can t help, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Whispering hands, so he chases them away Even, looking through the paper though he doesn t know to read