Sia – Butterflies – Colour The Small
And it would be the perfect song if… if it had been true.
We’ve been to the top, been so in love, climbed up mountains together in France and China and New Zealand… we’ve been to the bottom, hated each other, slummed it in a crack den in London. We’ve known everything, known how pure and fresh and good the world is, how good it is to be in love, seen new realities when we were high as kites… we’ve forgotten so much as well, the good and the bad…
We’ve fought, fist fights, beating each other up, wanting to hurt each other so much, once he sprained his foot kicking a massive bed over during a cocaine-fueled argument, we’ve taken turns to trash the room and smash things up in order to avoid smashing the other one’s face in.
He’s wrapped me in cotton, treating me like his little princess, cleaning cooking washing stroking he did everything for me, and was furious with people who hurt me. He babied me and I babied him…
I could go on… it felt like the whole song was written about us. And the butterflies were still there… for him. Not for me.
It’s easier for me. I just let go… and blithely sing that we understand each other, cos we come, from the same, cocoon.
We’ve been to the top, we’ve been to the bottom
We’ve known everything and forgotten, yeah
You’ve kicked me around, you’ve wrapped me in cotton
You’ve carried our load, and you’ve shot ‘em
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
We’ve argued by the baggage claim
We’ve accepted and we’ve laid blame
We’ve drank Sangthip in monsoonal rain
We’ve felt separate and felt the same
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
We’ve shared joy and we’ve shared pain
We’ve shared guilt and we’ve shared shame
We’ve bought into the stupid games
We’ve freed each other and we laid claim
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still there
Because we came from the same cocoon
[...] barefoot and wearing a little hat and so nervous and yet full of love, I jumped into his arms. Butterflies, they were still there… or so I [...]
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