i breathe in the breeze and my mind goes astray the gaps in the trees a scenic display soft botanical shadows cast faces on my palms as i look at my hands and wonder where she is and if i had a little thing it would be a good thing i would make it last and i would make it strong but you would be my little thing yeah you would be my butterfly flying through the city skies and people would say how great we look together fluttering philistine you ll be my boring butterfly but you ll be beautiful but only on the outside and when i m under your wing i ll be your little boring thing you don t need to understand me and i don t need to understand you2