Just like a crow chasing the butterfly dandelions lost in the summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you’d slip away I guess I was just a little too late
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly dandelions lost in the summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you’d slip away I guess I was just a little too late
I'm still a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!