Papillon Hands - papillonhands

Papillon
Hands

The palm
The rose
Calm
Noise
The dawn
The fall

I think about those places in fear
I remember their faces in tears
I remember love being lost,
I remember being naive and vulnerable
I'm vulnerable
I'm vulnerable
I'm vulnerable

One, one, one, train
Two, two, two, flame
Three, three, three, love
Four, four, four, some
Five, six, seven, I'm in heaven
Eight, nine, ten, where have you been?
Eleven, twelve, everybody says
"thirteen is unlucky", for some, but not me

I'm Papillon Hands
I'm Papillon Hands
I'm Papillon Hands
Papillon Hands

Written by:
Krisztina Lajos

Publisher:
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