Why's she blamin' me
I stood up so straight and grounded
But fell back to my feet
A pedestal with a prison 'round it
Two can make it right
Am i the broken thinker?
You can be alright
Or maybe we can both be
In our words
Because our lives get compromised by the simple things
And when she cries sometimes she don't know what it
means
Maybe our souls are tuned to different frequencies
Maybe our fears are gonna be
Behind me in a dream
I'm alive but barely breathing
I can say your name
And bring you back careening
From such a simple death
The wicked heart can be your piercer
But your love is in your breath
And i can feel you comin'
In my world
Because our lives get compromised by the simple things
And when she cries sometimes she don't know what it
means
Maybe our souls are tuned to different frequencies
Maybe our fears are gonna be
Turnin' into butterflies
It's in our words
Because our lives get compromised by the simple things
And when she cries sometimes she don't know what it
means
Maybe our souls are tuned to different frequencies
But i swear that you and me
Are turnin' into butterflies
Butterfly
The Sunroom Sessions
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