When peculiar roads intertwine into rivers
And butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners
When the sky shares its colour with sweet marmalade
And takes on the texture of a frothy milkshake
When butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners
And the oil on the pan so very gently simmers
When hasty decisions capture Life’s bliss
And you wonder What is the Meaning of this?
When the oil on the pan so very gently simmers
And you eat the dead chicken’s delicious livers
When old wooden houses summon you home
And you cannot help but feel so wonderfully alone
When you eat the dead chicken’s delicious livers
And you kill the young hare with an arrow from your quiver
When nourishment for one means loss for another
And you long for the embrace of a long-lost lover
When you kill the young hare with an arrow from your quiver
And a thunderstorm is birthed by a gentle pitter-patter
When rainclouds unite to form marvellous streets
And water provides you with a Life-giving treat
When a thunderstorm is birthed by a gentle pitter-patter
And you forget if you referred to the former or the latter
When into your nose drifts the strong scent of incense
And you see the world through yet another strange lens
When you forget if you referred to the former or the latter
And you need to dispose of someone else’s litter
When the cleanliness and joy of the past start to fade
And for Hope, you are left with no choice but to pray
When you need to dispose of someone else’s litter
And butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners
When strawberry milk is all that you taste
And you finally win the never-ending race
When butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners
And peculiar roads intertwine into rivers
When raindrops transform cavities ’to lakes
And things occur for their own very sake
When peculiar roads intertwine into rivers
And butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners
When the sky shares its colour with sweet marmalade
And takes on the texture of a frothy milkshake