Chris Holland - Butterflies

A few hundred miles away but you're still close
The other side of the country but still a stone's throw
And I don't know when I'll see you again
But I'll wait here till then

Although the world we knew is dead
I'm still thinking of every road ahead
The summer nights staring out across the Common sky
What a perfect time for us to die

And I'll meet you there
In the poisoned air
We can take a train to anywhere we want to see
And we'll hold hands underneath the ash tree

Feel the humidity on our skin
Fall into a stupor from too much cheap gin
The grass stains cover our knees
You and me finally at ease

And I'll meet you there
In the poisoned air
We can take a train to anywhere we want to see
And we'll hold hands underneath the ash tree

And if summer comes and goes and we're still here
We'll make it through if it lasts till next year
And if the world crumbles around us
It matters not, it's all superfluous

And I'll meet you there
In the poisoned air
We can take a train to anywhere we want to see
And we'll hold hands underneath the ash tree
And if the trees fall down
Put away your frown
We're alive and that is all that matters
And we'll serenade each other with late night chatters
Us against the world till we die
Eternal butterflies

Written by:
Christopher Holland

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