If you're a bu*terfly, I'm a dragonfly Stuck on a sunflower It's hard to catch up when my wings are tired And I need to land Try to settle gently on your shaking hand You're a field of flowers, I won't be acid rain You're and empty canvas, so much there to gain If you are a matchbox, well, then I am a cinadle Melting under your gaze You burn my senses up