They met on the forum in the middle of the square,
She told him her passions, brushed her hand through her hair
He smiled and replied, they had something to share
They really could tell there were butterflies there

A taste in music, a taste in art
They were searching together,
They talked and they shared, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

Always around was that magical feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
That feeling of dreaming with eyes open wide
A belly full of life butterflies

They’re days passed like rapids, the nights oh so short
Enjoying each other through many a night
While half of the world had long gone to bed
They’d be connected, online on the net

One time, way down in the depth of the night
They played a game not to be taken light
The truth was an answer, not important as such
The dare was a meeting, they both wanted so much

A taste in music, a taste in art
They were searching together,
They talked and they shared, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

Always around was that magical feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
That feeling of dreaming with eyes open wide
A belly full of live butterflies

And so their meeting on the square
Became the outcome of the dare –
Their talk right there, it was the start
Of a race through music and for art

For weeks upon, they roamed the town
In art and music they would drown
They sought and found, had little sleep
Joy was all they sought to reap

And then one day they figured out
By going on, nothing would sprout
Both at home, they longed to be
End this blaze of mad insanity

A taste in music, a taste in art
For months they were together,
Talking and sharing, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

Always around was that magical feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
That feeling of dreaming with eyes open wide
A belly full of life butterflies

She’s back at her house now, and out on the deck
She talks to her dog, and her hand strokes its back
She feels really happy, while she’s looking back
Butterfly belly, goosebumps in her neck

A taste in music, a taste in art
For months they were together,
Talking and sharing, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

All that is left now,  the fluttering feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
She can almost feel him as she silently lies
With her long distance butterflies