Bunch of flowers everywhere
The tiles are black and white
In our home

Cats are sleeping on the sofa
A candle gently burns
In our home

I found the real peace in our home
Anywhere with you feels at home

Friends are talking in the kitchen
And time can last forever
In our home

Frames of family everywhere
Take pictures in the stares
In our home

I found the real peace in our home
Anywhere with you feels at home

If it all burns
If it all falls
The print of our love
Will stay right there

If it all falls
If we lose it all
Flowers of the garden
Will stay right there
‘Cause it’s their home
And it’s our home

You told me that you’d wait for me
But patience has a sell by date
Can’t say that I blame you
I should have seen it through
I been losing sleep over you
I should just give up and find somebody new
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
And getting it so wrong
They say that romance is dead
And I need it like a kick in the head
Can’t say I love you
If I don’t even know you
I been losing sleep over you
I should just give up looking for somebody new
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
But I’ve been waiting so long
And getting it so wrong

I want to be a butterfly

I have the disease of Modern Living
All too desperate and lonely
Hopping around, from one vagina to another
Looking for the real thing.

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was
The kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

Saying no it’s not a problem for me
You see, it never has been
My tragedy of all times
Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

We just hoop and hoop to the next
And fuck again
Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way
And all this in the name of love
In the name of love and I, of loneliness
Because if you fuck good enough
This time you might

never, never be lonely again

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of

butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me
Twisting with her red hair and golden chain
She keeps on smiling
I don’t smile back
She stares at me perpetually

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
I know, I know
Most certainly better

A butterfly…

My heart is a suitcase,
Waiting to be packed,
My cares,
Are everywhere,
My hopes are sitting in the corner,
Waiting for the day,
A dream wanders over.

Cos I’m on a ticket I can’t get off,
It could be heaven, it could be hell,
But when I feel like it’s time to stop,
I’ll be standing up ringing the bell.

Gonna throw in all my thoughts and all my feelings,
Zip it up, tie the tag,
Check it in, wait and see,
If it gets there,
Guess I know,
That’s my bag.

My mind is a clutter,
I can’t clear up,
Too many choices in the way,
I stumble with all the best intention,
So open to,
A good suggestion.

Cos I’m on a ticket I can’t get off,
It could be heaven, it could be hell,
But when I feel like it’s time to stop,
I’ll be standing up ringing the bell.

Gonna throw in all my thoughts and all my feelings,
Zip it up, tie the tag,
Check it in, wait and see,
If it gets there,
Guess I know,
That’s my bag.

Golden was the bird I knew,
Sang a song so free then flew,
And they won't come back,
Can't come back.

Golden was the bird long gone,
Sang a little while, flew on,
And they won't come back,
Can't come back.

Yeah, I woke one morning, long time gone,
A magpie’d come to steal away my song,
Was up against the window yeah tapping on the pane,
But it couldn't get in, no, kept calling my name.

Golden was the bird,
And they won't come back.