LYRICS
作词 : Norma Jean Martine/Ed Harcourt
作曲 : Norma Jean Martine/Ed Harcourt
Well she didn't see it coming
She was taken in the blink of her mother's eye
Her whole world flashed
As the driver hit the gas
No time to ask "why?"
Slow motion crimson
The heart loses rhythm
The sirens kaleidoscope below
As she starts her float home
Out of luck
In the make believe
We're all stuck inside
Of a butterfly's dream
How do you save
The little footprints of a crane
In last night's snow?
Holding on in vain to the skaters' figure 8s
Where the river now flows?
Red roses rising
Don't fight your crying
Even from our ashes, cities grow
Where the streets are paved with gold
Out of luck
In the make believe
We're all stuck inside
Of a butterfly's dream
Out of luck
In the make believe
We're all stuck inside
Of a butterfly's dream
And I know you'll agree
We're all just too scared
Of disappearing
I wish I could hold you forever 'til time comes and swallows me
We're all just stuck
Inside of a butterfly's dream
Out of luck
In the make believe
We're all stuck inside
Of a butterfly's dream
We'll soon be coming home
We'll soon be coming home
We'll soon be coming home
We'll soon be coming home