Butterflies

Arright... So my band, Broken Lane, is working on our first full length album. We should be finished with recording all of the songs within the next two weeks. This is one of the first songs to be completed for the album. If you want to know anything else about the band, go to BrokenLane.com

Here are the lyrics:

She's the kind of person
That I kind of know a little bit
But don't know a thing about
And yet, still feel as if I do

I don't mean to say we're soul mates
Or something of that sort
I simply mean that if I saw her on the street
I could easily introduce her to a friend of mine

Seems to me that she's a dreamer
But, not quite dreaming like I do
To me, her dreams are abstract things
That I've no way to experience

Yes, I meant just what I said there
We don't communicate much as all
So I really wouldn't know a thing about
From where her dreams are sent, but that's okay

She's a beautiful kind of
Strange personality
That I can appreciate
It goes along with my

Odd way of thinking
That makes me wonder why she'd write
Don't buy me flowers
Give me butterflies

I don't like to give flowers
Although many enjoy to
Pick them from the ground and watch them die
To symbolize so many things

Passion's her today and gone the next
Moved onto something new
So pick a rose for passion
And pray you passion it'll bring

She's a beautiful kind of
Strange personality
That I can appreciate
It goes along with my

Odd way of thinking
That makes me wonder why she'd write
Don't buy me flowers
Give me butterflies

Butterfly, oh flutter by
I wonder why she'd want to try some
Could it be that she enjoys
That feeling in her tummy

Stand on by to watch her try
To catch a little butterfly
And from the sky the fly shall land
Only on what it deems yummy

She's a beautiful kind of
Strange personality
That I can appreciate
It goes along with my

Odd way of thinking
That makes me wonder why she'd write
Don't buy me flowers
Give me butterflies

Did you know that butterflies
Have tastebuds on their feet?
And we know that butterflies like flowers
That are so sweet

Think through this my friend
For this is what I wonder why
She would not want something so nice
Where might just land a butterfly