Butterfly

It's strange, almost weird, the way I feel with you around.

It's just like floating, pulled by butterflies in my stomach ;

Without the ground under my feet ,

watchin' those trees disappear ~

If those feelings let me say something ;

I swear, not would stop me talking.

There are so many things to say ~

but thank God you make me feel this way ;

I can't say anything, and I don't even try ;

cuz those words turn into more butterflies ,

and they make me fly higher~