Matchbox 20 - Loss Strain Butterflies Lyrics

He got bad and she got mad

He lowered one more time and she got even

No one heard a single word

but as the clock ticked from next door I hear her breathing

I said "Good morning Mrs. Sumner, I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Boney, he's a house made out fo butterflies, yeah.

Well I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told

It's a lonely condition called growing old.

Let me stumble sometimes...



I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah...

So what you think about that?

This time, well it all comes down

to loss and strain and butterflies,

and then it comes right down to me.



Hello, have you been alright?

Did you find a piece of something

wrapped around the right side of your life

to make you feel better?

Did you get out with your sanity?

Did you save a little something for the people in need?

Did you know put the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?



I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah

Girl, what you think about that?

Well this time, yeah it all comes down

to loss and strain and butterflies

Then it comes right down to me.

Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down

to loss and strain and butterflies.

Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...



Is this just the total of all the wages of our sins

or have you made yourself a victim in a game that you can't win?

Well are we caving in?

Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?

Does it come right down to me, anymore?

Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down

to loss and strain and butterflies?

Hey yeah yeah, well...

come on down to me.