作词 : Norma Jean Martine/Ed Harcourt 作曲 : Norma Jean Martine/Ed Harcourt Well she didn't see it coming She was taken in the blink of her mother's eye Her whole world flashed As the driver hit the gas No time to ask "why?" Slow motion crimson The heart loses rhythm The sirens kaleidoscope below As she starts her float home Out of luck In the make believe We're all stuck inside Of a butterfly's dream How do you save The little footprints of a crane In last night's snow? Holding on in vain to the skaters' figure 8s Where the river now flows? Red roses rising Don't fight your crying Even from our ashes, cities grow Where the streets are paved with gold Out of luck In the make believe We're all stuck inside Of a butterfly's dream Out of luck In the make believe We're all stuck inside Of a butterfly's dream And I know you'll agree We're all just too scared Of disappearing I wish I could hold you forever 'til time comes and swallows me We're all just stuck Inside of a butterfly's dream Out of luck In the make believe We're all stuck inside Of a butterfly's dream We'll soon be coming home We'll soon be coming home We'll soon be coming home We'll soon be coming home编辑于2023/12/16更新