One life in another's heart
To feel who we are not.
One smile to each other's eyes
Is this the place where doves go to die ?
One lying heart
One smiling part
Falling
Morning
Poor butterfly.
Front yard is rusted out
Lights, moon : One.
Over the hills and far away.
Old ideas, a place to stay.
One lying heart
One smiling part
Falling
Morning
Poor butterfly.