is this what they call butterfliesnmy heads in the clouds and my hearts in the sky, and inwant her to land so we can catch a trainnand fade away into the nightnarrive today she’ll be gone next weekni’ll hold her hand, thats if she’ll let mennhe looked into her eyesnand saw their fate pre-writtennno-one can stop them nownno-one can make them listennni like you is what he said andni like you too is what she said backni want you is what he saidnas she kissed his lips and pushed his head backnwithout you, i’d be emptyni love you your the best thingnthat i could ever wish fornand now your mine andni am yours. n