buttercup you carry me faster than
i possibly, could overthrow
the sons in someone's family
taking pictures of a bright blue sky, cinching up their skinny ties a half a world away
flying on this plane until tomorrow
i'm landing in the frame on your wall
broken stars can still shine
drifting apart from their pieces
flying on this plane until tomorrow
i'm landing in the frame on your wall
burn it up to the nighttime sky
we make mistakes so forget that they're ruling you
broken stars can still shine
coming up inside to keep me warm
talk about impending storms, half a world away
burn it up to the nighttime sky
we make mistakes so forget that they're ruling you