Sometimes i want to run.
Far, far away.
To a place where the flowers and butterflies
never go away.
Is it so wrong to believe
in love?
The sunflowers would grow to be big kids
who love the world
I'd sit in the flowers,
waiting for my love.
I'd find the butterflies
lying on my arms.
Where you're suposed
to be.
You say that love takes
a while to conjure up.
But, honey oh i want to believe
that you'll love me.
Boy, I wish you would
kiss me.