When peculiar roads intertwine into rivers

And butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners

When the sky shares its colour with sweet marmalade

And takes on the texture of a frothy milkshake

When butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners

And the oil on the pan so very gently simmers

When hasty decisions capture Life’s bliss

And you wonder What is the Meaning of this?

When the oil on the pan so very gently simmers

And you eat the dead chicken’s delicious livers

When old wooden houses summon you home

And you cannot help but feel so wonderfully alone

When you eat the dead chicken’s delicious livers

And you kill the young hare with an arrow from your quiver

When nourishment for one means loss for another

And you long for the embrace of a long-lost lover

When you kill the young hare with an arrow from your quiver

And a thunderstorm is birthed by a gentle pitter-patter

When rainclouds unite to form marvellous streets

And water provides you with a Life-giving treat

When a thunderstorm is birthed by a gentle pitter-patter

And you forget if you referred to the former or the latter

When into your nose drifts the strong scent of incense

And you see the world through yet another strange lens

When you forget if you referred to the former or the latter

And you need to dispose of someone else’s litter

When the cleanliness and joy of the past start to fade

And for Hope, you are left with no choice but to pray

When you need to dispose of someone else’s litter

And butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners

When strawberry milk is all that you taste

And you finally win the never-ending race

When butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners

And peculiar roads intertwine into rivers

When raindrops transform cavities ’to lakes

And things occur for their own very sake

When peculiar roads intertwine into rivers

And butterflies land on the shoulders of sinners

When the sky shares its colour with sweet marmalade

And takes on the texture of a frothy milkshake