Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Understands the weather of the winters on its way. Few and far between all the legal halls of shame.
Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Lead him away. Let me introduce you to Michael. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.