you turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly, and i, lose control, can never turn aside you shine like summer skies, like when a lover lies next to me, and says to me you make me wonder why, you are a beautiful mystery, every note carved into musical history, a simile, metaphor... words not enough to entrust to you, trust that its true, we must have a clue but we asked for evidence, dwell in passing sentiments though we bask in eminence, every moment every day, busy getting paid away, the soul fades away into a grainy shade of grey, i pray, that you'll listen to what i say, cause i feel like a missing shoe, this is to everything that you are, the wild earth, a child's birth, sun moon and the stars