Springtime
Riding fast
Kissing the wind
Blue bike
Sweet sweat tears
And you started to sing
To my heart
Oh stupid butterfly
Don't distract me from his eyes
For his sight is a sun flame
And I love how he blinds, me and...
You, played Jesus better than him
Convincing my hopeless soul
That Heaven was real
Just by looking into you
Old cars
You keep naming
To set them free
Admiring
Summer rain
Like kids on the street
You feel real
Oh stupid butterfly
Don't distract me from his eyes
For his sight is a sun flame
And I love how he blinds, me and...
You, played Jesus better than him
Convincing my hopeless soul
That Heaven was real
Just by looking into you
