One life in another's heart
To feel who we are not.
One smile to each other's eyes
Is this the place where doves go to die?
One lying heart
One smiling part
Falling
Morning
Poor butterfly.
Front yard is rusted out
Lights, moon: One.
Over the hills and far away.
Old ideas, a place to stay.
One lying heart
One smiling part
Falling
Morning
Poor butterfly.
One lying heart
One smiling part
Falling
Morning
Poor butterfly.
