If you're a bu*terfly, I'm a dragonfly
Stuck on a sunflower
It's hard to catch up when my wings are tired
And I need to land
Try to settle gently on your shaking hand
You're a field of flowers, I won't be acid rain
You're and empty canvas, so much there to gain
If you are a matchbox, well, then I am a cinadle
Melting under your gaze
You burn my senses up