Lyrics

A weekend till spring ? sometimes it does rain?.
And she feeds the breeze ? and she feeds the pain?
Cuz sometimes its death to live?
Sometimes it takes to give?
Sometimes it loves to hate?
Sometimes it twists the fate and now?.

She?s chasing butterflies through the fields out in the rain?.

A weekend till sun ? hot cocoa till June?
The river that runs will dry up real soon?
Cuz sometimes the patterns change?.
Sometimes the normal is strange?
Sometimes we feed the earth?
In dust we?ll find our worth?.

She?s chasing butterflies through the fields out in the rain?.

Where do we look to find what we seek?
Buried in snow till the end of the week?.

Her breath?s soft as silk ? her bait is her eyes?
She?s silent and still to catch butterflies?.
Cuz sometimes its death to live?
Sometimes it takes to give?
Sometimes it loves to hate?.
Sometimes it twists the fate and now?.

She?s chasing butterflies through the fields out in the rain?.
And I?m chasing after her all my life ?
She is the sun?