Credits
Lyrics
My, my, said the butterfly collector
I have never seen your likes before
I'm gonna take you home for all my friends to adore you
Hey, when spaceflight starts to wreck you
I will put your wings between the pages
In the weightlessness your new world cease to embrace you
'Cause what you didn't think would be
Is coming to be reality
You wanna play but they just wanna play you
And they'll play you, yeah
La la la la la la
Oh, when your pages start to yellow
And you're waiting for your garden to grow
And for a simple love you thought by now you would know
For a simple love you thought by now you would know
'Cause what you didn't think would be
Is coming to be reality
You wanna play but they just wanna play you
And they'll play you, yeah
La la la la la
And now your butterfly don't fly
