Anders Ponders - Mr. Butterfly Lyrics

Up for rent,
Our love was heaven sent.
All of those words I meant
With different meanings.

Then your room
Felt like a mother's womb.
Inside we sway and swoon
Like we are siblings.

When you get my call
Don't push that red button.
Pick up and say something
Anything at all.
And when you hear my voice
All doubt will be banished
All guilt will have vanished
And you'll have no choice
But to come to my door
And I'll let you in
And again we'll begin
And we'll start where we left off before.

I miss the way your feet
Wrinkled my dirty sheets
December snow on the street
And us under cover.

Maybe I drank too much
You recoiled at my touch
I knew that things were such
That it was over.

Or when you arrive I'll be outside
Counting stars in the yard
Counting stars in the yard
Counting stars in the yard
The stars in the yard
Uh-huh uh-huh yeah yeah
The stars in the yard