Yeah!
Desperate butterflies wade into the fray again
The Sun burns out and leaves them void
So not afraid, something changed, find a way
Lucid eyes look through the trees
And stole the green inside of me
I'm not afraid of losing out
I never asked for this, argue till we're drunk like wine
You drank the poison that they fed
So not afraid, something changed, find a way
Lucid eyes look through the trees
And stole the green inside of me
I'm not afraid of losing out
Such a waste
