White chair above the green floorBetween the dirty alleyGarden above the red roofBetween the little flowersAnyone would sing high without thinkingIs it cause the world is so beautifulSomeone who closes their eyesCause of dark roadReally wanna go backDo you wanna go backWhen a yellow butterflyFlies alongWhen do you noticeThat your hairAre the nowRusty steelFadesBroken bricksLook differentWhat matters to meThe way you look at meWhat matters to youIs it my heartDoes it matter what it seesYou are what I seeIs my heart into youWhat matters to meThe way you look at meWhat matters to youIs it my heartDoes it matter what it seesYou are what I seeIs my heart into youYou say, you say it doesn't matterIs it the way I feelIs how you know���������Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my.