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.