We put note upon note
Word upon word
With a precious desire
May the spell of our abracadabra take effect
Sleep walkers and spoiled brats
Butterfly thief's
We let time pass
Looking to give a phrase that has a mysterious force
And where are the songs going?
That we let loose in the wind
Carrying hearts, carrying feelings
Who has a verse to give
Who opens their hand and delivers it
That is the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy do not water it
A rumor, some new emotion to wreck
With this great voice
I would like to give the detour at the sun
Sleep walkers and spoiled brats
Butterfly thief's
We let time pass
Looking to give a phrase that has a mysterious force
And where are the songs going that we let loose in the wind?
Carrying hearts, carrying feelings
Who has a verse to give
Who opens their hand and delivers it
That is the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy do not water it
That is the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy do not water it