Butterflies
When we were kids we used to chase
The butterflies in the fields
We'd run for miles and miles
Far across the hills
And in the valley, we'd jump and shout out all our favourite songs
I'll always remember, the first time that I saw you cross the hall
Now I'm in my bed
Thinking back to all the times i never took a chance
You're always in my head
And your eyes they seem to put me in a trance
I used to chase the butterflies
But when I'm with you
Those little butterflies, they fly to me
Now I'm all alone inside, the back seat of my car
I'm wishing you were here, but why are you so far
I'm in the valley, waiting for stars to show a sign
I don't have the strength to even ask to make you mine
Now I'm in my bed
Thinking back to all the times i never took a chance
Like a flower that is dead, all alone inside a little glass
Haven't felt those butterflies in years
But when I think of you
Those little butterflies, they fly to me
Now I'm in my bed
Thinking back to all the times i never took a chance
Like a flower that is dead, all alone inside a little glass
Haven't felt those butterflies in years
But when I think of you
Those little butterflies, they fly to me
The butterflies in the fields
We'd run for miles and miles
Far across the hills
And in the valley, we'd jump and shout out all our favourite songs
I'll always remember, the first time that I saw you cross the hall
Now I'm in my bed
Thinking back to all the times i never took a chance
You're always in my head
And your eyes they seem to put me in a trance
I used to chase the butterflies
But when I'm with you
Those little butterflies, they fly to me
Now I'm all alone inside, the back seat of my car
I'm wishing you were here, but why are you so far
I'm in the valley, waiting for stars to show a sign
I don't have the strength to even ask to make you mine
Now I'm in my bed
Thinking back to all the times i never took a chance
Like a flower that is dead, all alone inside a little glass
Haven't felt those butterflies in years
But when I think of you
Those little butterflies, they fly to me
Now I'm in my bed
Thinking back to all the times i never took a chance
Like a flower that is dead, all alone inside a little glass
Haven't felt those butterflies in years
But when I think of you
Those little butterflies, they fly to me
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Writer(s): Kabir
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