nothing happens here
just gray
if wisteria is dead wood in winter
or blue manna in May
the sky looks just the same
the sky looks just the same
 
she's running away, anything but stay
she's losing her way, so far gone today

everything grows here
but her
if hawthorns are blooming white
or black and red against the snow
she still looks just the same
she still looks just the same

she's running away, anything but stay
she's losing her way, so far gone today

she never looks too far ahead
can't see the future looming over her
she watches butterflies bursting on the windshield
and thanks God she's still alive
'cause nothing matters but now
nothing matters but now

she can see butterflies bursting all around her
every color on the rainbow exploding in the sky
she's covered in butterfly kisses

she says, blow me a butterfly kiss
blow me one, yellow and red
blow me a butterfly kiss
blow me one, before I'm gone