pinned butterflys

[intjonathan]

She weaves secrets in her hair
Her whispers are not hers to share
She's deep as a well

Another day wastes away
And my heart sinks with the sun
A new day's dawning
And a new day has not yet begun

So, anyway there I was
Just sitting on your porch drinking in
The sweetest decline
The sweetest decline

What's the use in regrets?
They're just things we haven't done yet
What are regrets?
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet

Another day draws away
And my heart sinks with the sun
It's like catching snow on my tongue

-Beth Orton

(listen)