Anders Ponders
Mr. Butterfly
Up for rent,Our love was heaven sent.All of those words I meantWith different meanings.Then your roomFelt like a mother's womb.Inside we sway and swoonLike we are siblings.When you get my callDon't push that red button.Pick up and say somethingAnything at all.And when you hear my voiceAll doubt will be banishedAll guilt will have vanishedAnd you'll have no choiceBut to come to my doorAnd I'll let you inAnd again we'll beginAnd we'll start where we left off before.I miss the way your feetWrinkled my dirty sheetsDecember snow on the streetLetras de cancionesAnd us under cover.Maybe I drank too muchYou recoiled at my touchI knew that things were suchThat it was over.Or when you arrive I'll be outsideCounting stars in the yardCounting stars in the yardCounting stars in the yardThe stars in the yardUh-huh uh-huh yeah yeahThe stars in the yard
From Letras Mania