She tells me of the future
The secrets that unravel
In front of the naked eyes
Of lost young men and children
And she tells me of the kindness
Of those who didn’t warn her
About the way the wind blows
During the winter season
But still offered her wishes
Of a good and healthy life
‘Fore following their own visions
Towards the infinitude
Of everything that is and will become
I touch her neck and ask about
A little butterfly
I watch her cross the aisle
And sustain a heavy sigh
And I know the night is coming
And the days will never be the same again
She lays her head beside me
And lands her eyes on mine
She seems to want to tell me
Something about her past
But chooses to just calmly
Throw herself at my arms
As if the world depended
On the little bit of love
That I still have left to give her
She tells me of the future
And quoting an old lover
Says we’re nothing here but sailors
Hoping the sea shall free us
Among the infinitude
Of everything that is and will become
I touch her neck and ask about
A little butterfly
I watch her cross the aisle
And sustain a heavy sigh
And I know the night is coming
And the days will never be the same again
She crosses that ole’ avenue
And I wonder
She crosses that ole’ avenue
And I wonder