You might wake up some morning to the sound of something moving past your window in the windAnd if you're big enough to rise, you'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadowOut on the new horizon, you may see the floating motions of a distant pair of wingsAnd if the sleep has left your ears, you might hear footsteps running through an open meadowDon't be concerned, it will not harm youIt's only me pursuing something I'm not sure ofAcross my dreams, with nips of wonder, I chase the bright elusive butterfly of loveYou might have heard my footsteps echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mindI might have even called your name as I ran searching after something to believe inYou might have seen me running through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behindIf you remember something there that glided past, you followed close by, heavy breathingDon't be concerned, it will not harm youIt's only me pursuing something I'm not sure ofAcross my dreams, with nips of wonder, I chase the bright elusive butterfly of loveI chase the butterfly of loveI chase the butterfly of loveB-b-b-b-butterfly of loveB-b-b-b-butterfly of love