I Box Up All The Butterflies-The Boy Least Likely To

[00:00.000] 作词 : Jonthan Owen, Peter John Hobbs [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jonthan Owen, Peter John Hobbs [00:09.378] I find it difficult to [00:13.064] Relax in the summertime [00:16.912] With all the flowers in bloom [00:20.220] I creep across the countryside [00:24.193] With my net and my bait [00:26.965] And a pocketful of bailer twine [00:31.786] I break the promises I made [00:34.745] As I box up all the butterflies [00:38.102] I ruin [00:40.053] Everything [00:41.968] As I sit in a field of grass [00:45.405] In the spring [00:47.382] Listening [00:49.201] To the beat of its little heart [00:52.660] And to its wings [00:55.029] Struggling [00:56.777] For air under an upturned glass [00:59.894] And I put a pin [01:01.990] Through its wings [01:04.018] And I bottle it up, [01:06.295] I box it up, [01:08.280] And bury it in my heart [01:14.105] Just as I know my friends [01:17.300] I also know my enemies [01:21.685] Are the birds and the bees [01:24.445] And my own little insecurities [01:29.058] I creep around in the dark [01:32.077] And I tear up all the dandelions [01:36.031] And I break my own heart [01:39.178] As I box up all the butterflies [01:42.502] Tirelessly, [01:44.795] Following [01:46.575] Its tiny butterfly tracks [01:49.636] Across the field in the spring [01:53.892] With a plastic carrier bag [01:57.197] Full of fish, [01:58.939] Hooks, and string [02:01.144] I lay a little matchbox trap [02:04.528] And I put pin [02:06.626] Through its wings [02:08.515] And I bottle it up, [02:10.900] I box it up [02:12.689] And bury it in my heart [02:33.192] I folded up its furry wings [02:36.733] And opened up its little heart [02:40.487] It might sound stupid [02:42.189] But something about it made me want to pull it apart [02:48.924] I ruin [02:51.241] Everything [02:53.075] As I sit in a field of grass [02:56.270] In the spring [02:58.518] Listening [03:00.260] To the beat of its little heart [03:03.580] And to its wings [03:05.718] Struggling [03:07.583] For air under an upturned glass [03:10.878] And I put a pin through its wing [03:14.916] And I bottle it up, [03:17.294] I box it up, [03:19.175] And bury it in my heart.