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Butterfly
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
James
James
Исполнитель
Leo Abrahams
Leo Abrahams
Гитара
Timothy Booth
Timothy Booth
Вокал
Saul Davies
Saul Davies
Гитара
Adrian Oxaal
Adrian Oxaal
Гитара
Mark Hunter
Mark Hunter
Клавишные инструменты
Jim Glennie
Jim Glennie
Бас
Chloe Alper
Chloe Alper
Бэк-вокал
Sam Frank
Sam Frank
Программирование
Andres Malta
Andres Malta
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Timothy Booth
Timothy Booth
Композитор
Saul Davies
Saul Davies
Композитор
Mark Hunter
Mark Hunter
Композитор
James Patrick Glennie
James Patrick Glennie
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Leo Abrahams
Leo Abrahams
Продюсер
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Миксинг-инженер
Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
Мастеринг-инженер
Andres Malta
Andres Malta
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Make a wish, drop a coin in the well Picked her up, hitching to Chicago Rucksack, skateboard, bashed up guitar Back at the bar, she dances slow Spins and spins, lost in her headphones A kiss that lasts the length of a distant song Watching her sleep in the morning lights Whispering dreams, no worry lines Butterfly writes a song in the air, no man can read Sets down on a nest of red hair Wings outspread, open like a Bible She tastes of sweetcorn, jasmine, cardamom seeds Bye, bye butterfly Beyond the glass, the open sky Your time is brief, your impact fleetingly deep Gone, gone, the moment's gone Flipped a coin and then move on Your time was brief, your impact deep Spinner got hooked in the branch of an oak tree Watching wind ripple through the wheat fields She found him sleeping in a pile of dead leaves Can't catch hold of a summer breeze Hang your coat on a wave, on a sunbeam She woke him up, he was asleep Can't catch hold of the summer breeze Hang your coat on a wave, on a sunbeam She woke him up, he was asleep Bye, bye butterfly Beyond the glass, the open sky Your time is brief, your impact fleetingly deep Gone, gone, the moment's gone Flipped a coin and then move on Your time was brief, your impact deep (Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's a crime) (Maybe it's a one way street, uh-huh) (Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's a crime) (Maybe it's a one way street, uh-huh) Dives from the bridge, crushed by the waves Ocean tears at his clothes, puts rocks in his pockets He struggles to the place where the car hit the sea Hand over fist down a rope of seaweed Dives to the kelp bed floor, to the wreck of the flat top car Frees a red haired girl from the passenger seat, breathe, breathe (Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy) (Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy) Flowers can fly Enchanted by beauty, mesmerizes More, more, more, more, more Flowers can fly Enchanted by beauty, mesmerizes More, more, more, more, more More, more, more, more, more More, more, more, more, more
Writer(s): Timothy Booth, James Glennie, Mark Hunter, Saul Davies Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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