There were butterflies everyday
in our little meadow
up the mountains.
I have not set foot in the city for months
But it was you who restrained me
from seeing the lanterns fly.
Though we both know –
it’s the place where i should’ve been.
I loved our little cabin
But it was not all that I wanted.
I lost myself and found myself
And lost it again
When I’m around you.
But you should know,
When I started to embrace my skin
I have got nothing left to give.
Maybe nothing left to give to you.
I know I loved you
Or perhaps I had.
But what should I do
With the man who’d rather
See one glorious side of the planet
Than to embrace the world itself?