Jens Carelius - Hunting Butterflies
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Day after day
night after night
He searched for life, he searched for answers
So his story goes

On the road
So many roads
Chasing a dream while showing
dedication

He was told
Of a land
Where giants roamed in the mountains
And like pines they swayed

Across the sea
He felt at ease
Traveling hard, no easy answers
And so a story goes

Who would he be
When he returned home
Would she remember the days
When he held her close
Or did she find out he never came home
(Was he) already gone gone gone gone

He was told
of large
butterflies who roams remotely
in a far away land

Running through fields
With linen at night
To catch in the dark
What the moon sees in flight

While some are hunters
Others conserve
To take or observe
Reactions to life

Day after day
night after night
He searched for life, he searched for answers
So his story goes

Who would he be
When he returned home
What did he chase
while always alone
Was she still the same
As on the day that he left
She listened in vain
To the beat of the rain
the beat of the rain
But had no one to blame
blame blame

So he returned to his hometown
To the love that he'd let down
Time after time

We never find what we're looking for

On the road
So many roads
Searching for life searching for answers
Then saw her face

Chasing dreams

Did he lie in silence
There with his love
Silent like in a cocoon
In the dark of their room

We never find what we're looking for

For he was born
in a land
where giants roam
in the mountains
In the pines they sway

Chasing dreams

We never find what we're looking for
Who would we be
If we returned home
What would we chase
when feeling alone
Would we be the same
As on the day that we left
Or would we sell in a second
For a ticket to fame
Could we leave behind
All that we have known