dead leaf butterfly

didn’t you hear the whispers?
Or her voice wrapped round the stone
this yard full of dead-end signs
but I don’t feel sad,
used to, not anymore

it’s like leaving, one step at the time
leaving a part of reality
to go on live in mine

it’s like floating as snowflakes
carried high by stormy wind
but you can’t feel the cold love
cause you’re freezing death whitin

that’s how I got away
tear up and leave
that’s how I got away
cause I did believe

we would meet again