Butterpillar
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
I used to be a small child
Looking for a free ride
Staring at my footsteps
Waiting at my doorstep
Playing with my own voice
Picking all my old toys
Longing for my own friends
No money left that I can spend
I run until I get tired
Don't care if mom will get mad
I'll hide under the old tree
Stay still until they can see
Those were the days that I knew
Now you see a different story.
One day you realize and stopped yourself
Hangin upside down and inside out
You spin yourself inside your little room
So freely you can fly into the world
With all the fancy colors in your wings
You paint your path into the silent wind
And when you find a place you call your home
You live your life freely like a stone
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
I've grown to be an old man
Riding in a tin can
Playing games I can't win
Betting on my own sin
Forgetting where I'm going
Wondering what I'm saying
Are you the friend I used to know
Are you the one I call my foe
What are we doing here now
Can we still try to find out how
I think I'm gonna stay here
I think I'm gonna rest here
These are the days I can see
Now this is my new life story
One day you realize and stopped yourself
Hangin upside down and inside out
You spin yourself inside your little room
So freely you can fly into the world
With all the fancy colors in your wings
You paint your path into the silent wind
And when you find a place you call your home
You live your life freely like a stone
One day you realize and stopped yourself
Hangin upside down and inside out
You spin yourself inside your little room
So freely you can fly into the world
With all the fancy colors in your wings
You paint your path into the silent wind
And when you find a place you call your home
You live your life freely like a stone
I used to be a small child
Looking for a free ride
Staring at my footsteps
Waiting at my doorstep
Playing with my own voice
Picking all my old toys
Longing for my own friends
No money left that I can spend
I run until I get tired
Don't care if mom will get mad
I'll hide under the old tree
Stay still until they can see
Those were the days that I knew
Now you see a different story.
One day you realize and stopped yourself
Hangin upside down and inside out
You spin yourself inside your little room
So freely you can fly into the world
With all the fancy colors in your wings
You paint your path into the silent wind
And when you find a place you call your home
You live your life freely like a stone
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
I've grown to be an old man
Riding in a tin can
Playing games I can't win
Betting on my own sin
Forgetting where I'm going
Wondering what I'm saying
Are you the friend I used to know
Are you the one I call my foe
What are we doing here now
Can we still try to find out how
I think I'm gonna stay here
I think I'm gonna rest here
These are the days I can see
Now this is my new life story
One day you realize and stopped yourself
Hangin upside down and inside out
You spin yourself inside your little room
So freely you can fly into the world
With all the fancy colors in your wings
You paint your path into the silent wind
And when you find a place you call your home
You live your life freely like a stone
One day you realize and stopped yourself
Hangin upside down and inside out
You spin yourself inside your little room
So freely you can fly into the world
With all the fancy colors in your wings
You paint your path into the silent wind
And when you find a place you call your home
You live your life freely like a stone
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hector Ruiz Cristobal
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