The butterflies of change

The butterflies of change are living in the pictures above my bed

Tricking my mind to follow your naked shadows

And for all the mirrors around me

I look happy now, oh yea I look happy

There was a time

I didn’t knew the night

I didn’t hear the scream of the butterflies

Before I forgot myself

Under the bed of others

The dreams creates us to walk the sand of love

And. If maybe, we’re crazy

We can scream these wild drums of passion

Dance with me naked

Hug me twice, kiss me

Yes and no we’re drops of rain

Leading the night to the promise land

It’s got to be true

Me and you