accepting nonsense.

oh, when i just try
to tell you the story of butterflies;

and when i'm waiting for the
stars to fade, then i
turn my eyes
because i don't like my life, oh.

when i tell the story of my life,
when i'm telling you
the tales of butterflies,
when i am crying in the rain,

then i'm wishing you
to be here for me to say


hello,
hello hello,
here i am.

hello hello,
here i'm once again.

hello hello,
to comfort you
before you start to cry.

before you come to die.
before you come to
die.


and here i am again,
this circles never end,
i wish and fear the stars
to catch my faith
and breath again.

but you walk away,
accepting nonsense.

accepting nonsense,
like a field of pure silver.
accepting nonsense,
like a field of pure silver.

accepting nonsense,
like a field of pure
silver.