I Box Up All The Butterflies
作词 : Jonthan Owen, Peter John Hobbs
作曲 : Jonthan Owen, Peter John Hobbs
I find it difficult to
Relax in the summertime
With all the flowers in bloom
I creep across the countryside
With my net and my bait
And a pocketful of bailer twine
I break the promises I made
As I box up all the butterflies
I ruin
Everything
As I sit in a field of grass
In the spring
Listening
To the beat of its little heart
And to its wings
Struggling
For air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin
Through its wings
And I bottle it up,
I box it up,
And bury it in my heart
Just as I know my friends
I also know my enemies
Are the birds and the bees
And my own little insecurities
I creep around in the dark
And I tear up all the dandelions
And I break my own heart
As I box up all the butterflies
Tirelessly,
Following
Its tiny butterfly tracks
Across the field in the spring
With a plastic carrier bag
Full of fish,
Hooks, and string
I lay a little matchbox trap
And I put pin
Through its wings
And I bottle it up,
I box it up
And bury it in my heart
I folded up its furry wings
And opened up its little heart
It might sound stupid
But something about it made me want to pull it apart
I ruin
Everything
As I sit in a field of grass
In the spring
Listening
To the beat of its little heart
And to its wings
Struggling
For air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wing
And I bottle it up,
I box it up,
And bury it in my heart.
I Box Up All The ButterfliesLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Jonthan Owen, Peter John Hobbs
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jonthan Owen, Peter John Hobbs
[00:09.378] I find it difficult to
[00:13.064] Relax in the summertime
[00:16.912] With all the flowers in bloom
[00:20.220] I creep across the countryside
[00:24.193] With my net and my bait
[00:26.965] And a pocketful of bailer twine
[00:31.786] I break the promises I made
[00:34.745] As I box up all the butterflies
[00:38.102] I ruin
[00:40.053] Everything
[00:41.968] As I sit in a field of grass
[00:45.405] In the spring
[00:47.382] Listening
[00:49.201] To the beat of its little heart
[00:52.660] And to its wings
[00:55.029] Struggling
[00:56.777] For air under an upturned glass
[00:59.894] And I put a pin
[01:01.990] Through its wings
[01:04.018] And I bottle it up,
[01:06.295] I box it up,
[01:08.280] And bury it in my heart
[01:14.105] Just as I know my friends
[01:17.300] I also know my enemies
[01:21.685] Are the birds and the bees
[01:24.445] And my own little insecurities
[01:29.058] I creep around in the dark
[01:32.077] And I tear up all the dandelions
[01:36.031] And I break my own heart
[01:39.178] As I box up all the butterflies
[01:42.502] Tirelessly,
[01:44.795] Following
[01:46.575] Its tiny butterfly tracks
[01:49.636] Across the field in the spring
[01:53.892] With a plastic carrier bag
[01:57.197] Full of fish,
[01:58.939] Hooks, and string
[02:01.144] I lay a little matchbox trap
[02:04.528] And I put pin
[02:06.626] Through its wings
[02:08.515] And I bottle it up,
[02:10.900] I box it up
[02:12.689] And bury it in my heart
[02:33.192] I folded up its furry wings
[02:36.733] And opened up its little heart
[02:40.487] It might sound stupid
[02:42.189] But something about it made me want to pull it apart
[02:48.924] I ruin
[02:51.241] Everything
[02:53.075] As I sit in a field of grass
[02:56.270] In the spring
[02:58.518] Listening
[03:00.260] To the beat of its little heart
[03:03.580] And to its wings
[03:05.718] Struggling
[03:07.583] For air under an upturned glass
[03:10.878] And I put a pin through its wing
[03:14.916] And I bottle it up,
[03:17.294] I box it up,
[03:19.175] And bury it in my heart.
