Paper cranes and Butterflies
I miss walks on the bridge with you,
Long tight hugs and midnight drives,
Your dancing eyes, a brilliant blue,
I miss paper cranes and butterflies
It hurts to think of the songs we shared
Now you won’t even meet my eyes
This silly girl really thought you cared,
Oh I miss paper cranes and butterflies
Cranes that we folded now lay in the dirt
And butterflies are falling from cloudy skies
I’m not invincible, your silence really hurt
Why do I miss paper cranes and butterflies?
If I got a net to catch them, would the
Butterflies return? If I smoothed out
The paper, could we re-fold all our cranes?
Because I miss paper cranes and butterflies.