Can you see this man, he's dreaming whilst he's sitting on the grass
Was it a twist of fate, or did he put himself out on his arse?
Either way I'm sure he knows precisely what he must do next
And if events before were terrible then this tiume he'll forget
Could I be that man, I'm telling I'm not asking you
Everyone has masked themselves, it's just another thing to do
But each time we go higher and higher still
As we take off our masks and float through these butterfields
This wall I've built isn't stretching very far, my hands are red
So help me out here I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I'm dead
I'm a simple soul, or so it has been said to me before
But if content is what I am then why do I intend for more?
You say I'm making plans but surely isn't everybody else?
Or is this just another chance for you to say that I am thinking of myself?
Could I be that man, I'm telling I'm not asking you
Everyone has masked themselves, it's just another thing to do
But each time we go higher and higher still
As we take off our masks and float through these butterfields
This wall I've built isn't stretching very far, my hands are red
So help me out here I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I'm dead
This wall I've built isn't stretching very far, my hands are red
So help me out here I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I'm dead
Could I be that man, I'm telling I'm not asking you
Everyone has masked themselves, it's just another thing to do
But each time we go higher and higher still
As we take off our masks and float through these butterfields
As we take off our masks and float through these butterfields
This wall I've built isn't stretching very far, my hands are red
So help me out here I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I'm dead
This wall I've built isn't stretching very far, my hands are red
So help me out here I am begging, I'm not asking you
And I'll only stop loving you when I'm dead