We're in it together, enchanted feathers, falling to the ground.
White striped sweaters, wonder wether I've caused the sound.

Bells ring.
Rising pitch.
Closing in...
Closing in on us.

There is a butterfly between the rocks in your hands,
it's grinded to dust by forces you don't understand.

I wouldn't be sane if I didn't cry sometimes,
at ease as the storm abates,
it's the nature of love.

I wouldn't be sane if I didn't cry sometimes,
at ease as the storm abates,
it's the nature of love.

There is a butterfly between the rocks in your hands,
it's grinded to dust by forces you don't understand.

I wouldn't be sane if I didn't cry sometimes,
at ease as the storm abates,
it's the nature of love.

Aaah, it's the nature of love.
Aaah, it's the nature of love.
Aaah.


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