sutopia

Look at this tree, it's sad without leaves Look at this girl, her curly beautiful hair Look at this man, he loves her only with hands Look at this tree again, it's crying over him There are thousands of us We are feeble like glass Still lost in rhymes She's a million of butterflies She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes Look at this tree, it's crying with him Look at this girl, cause she had a dream Look at this man, he loves her, only in her head And Look at me, I'm like this tree There are thousands of us We are feeble like glass Still lost in rhymes She's a milion of butterflies She's the light to my eyes, my blind eyes

Maybe I always knew My fragile dreams Would be broken for you

An angry silence lay Where love had been And in your eyes a look I'd never seen If I had found the words You might have stayed But as I turned to speak The music played