Close your eyes,
And dream of Broken Butterflys...
Her eyes are like a window,
but all you'll see is rain...
I still wonder now if he feels the same
if he feels like i feel, is his heart in pain...
Bodies brushing, lovers touching
Tempuratures rising, pleasure suprising...
A day in the light
can't beat a minute in the dark...
Stabbing me with intensity it digs deep into my...
No matter how much I tug it does not want to part...
Surrounded by the same old people, with the same...
Not a thing has changed...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...