White chair above the green floor
Between the dirty alley
Garden above the red roof
Between the little flowers
Anyone would sing high without thinking
Is it cause the world is so beautiful
Someone who closes their eyes
Cause of dark road
Really wanna go back
Do you wanna go back
When a yellow butterfly
Flies along
When do you notice
That your hair
Are the now
Rusty steel
Fades
Broken bricks
Look different
What matters to me
The way you look at me
What matters to you
Is it my heart
Does it matter what it sees
You are what I see
Is my heart into you
What matters to me
The way you look at me
What matters to you
Is it my heart
Does it matter what it sees
You are what I see
Is my heart into you
You say, you say it doesn't matter
Is it the way I feel
Is how you know























Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my.