We've been to the top, we've been to the bottom.
We've known everything and forgotten, yeah.
You've kicked me around, you've wrapped me in cotton.
You've carried our load and you've shot them, yeah.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
We've argued by the baggage claim.
We've accepted and we've laid blame.
We've drank Sangthip in monsoonal rain.
We've felt separate and we've felt the same.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
We've shared joy and we've shared pain.
We've shared guilt and we've shared shame.
We've bought into stupid games.
We've freed each offer and we laid claim.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Oh yes the butterflies are still there.
Because we came from the same cocoon…