Tekst
It's monarch season
And I see the wings in everything
I can't keep my mind from flying away with them
They even dance on the waves
I could take a picture but who's to say
I capture it clearly
Nothing but net and a hole inside my frame
The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here
I see them folding on the wind
I wanna be 'em holding out my limb
Trying to bring one in
I wish the origami king
Would come and find me and fold my page
Into something strange and set it on the wind
The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here