Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Butterflies, artist - Gorillaz. Album song Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Under exclusive licence to Parlophone
Song language: English
Dead Butterflies |
When was I supposed to |
Bow down with you? |
(Yeah) |
What can I be praying for? |
There’s nothing in this fire |
(Can we, can we just loop that last piano part a little bit?) |
(EarDrummers) |
(Is there a lighter?) |
Bow down with you |
What can I be grateful for? |
There’s nothing in this fire |
When was I supposed to (Get up, get up) |
Bow down with you? |
(Bow down now, bow) |
What can I be praying for? |
(Praying for, praying for) |
If no one in this world, like you? |
We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies) |
Laid out on a sprung floor |
Waiting for the low tide |
To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly) |
We are dead buttrflies |
I’m all in, let me know what you’r thinkin' |
Catch feels, while we lie down and figure this out, right now |
Deja que fluya pa' no perder el control |
No queda de otra vamo' a tar en lo mismo |
Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño (Todo el cariño) |
Two-steppin' while I move reckless |
New settings, booze and nudes pending |
Loose evidence and news trending, effortlessly truth bending |
Who’s treacherous, searching for feelings of a new friendship |
There’s but a few endings, everyone’s a winner 'til you lose bredrin |
Hold-tight when we used to hold tight |
Levitate to Most High and fuck up the whole skyline |
Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish |
Regretful, 'cause if I let you left me then I’ll be rush rouletting |
With a whole full clip in — pow, cashmere drippage now |
And memories, lift me up, but still a man’s tears dripping down |
Onto these photographs of what we used to be |
But over time that puddle turns into a sea |
When I observed you cry a stream |
I was just surfing on your grief |
The hurt I can’t delete, just come to terms with who is me |
But who are we? |
These mirrors don’t reflect perfection |
Just put on your crep selection, come on two-step to heaven with me |
We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies) |
Laid out on a sprung floor |
Waiting for the low tide |
To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly) |
'Cause if it’s not me then |
Who’s it gonna be, baby? |
If it’s not us (Not us, not us) |
There’s nothing in this world for me |
We are dead butterflies |
Dancing on a sprung floor now |
Waiting for the low tide |
To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly) |
When was I supposed to (Get up, get up) |
Bow down with you? |
(Bow down now, bow) |
What can I be praying for? |
(Praying for, Praying for) |
If no one in this world, like you? |
(Like you, like you) |
We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies) |