Dead Butterflies - Gorillaz, Kano

When was I supposed to

Bow down with you?

(Yeah)

What can I be praying for?

There’s nothing in this fire

(Can we, can we just loop that last piano part a little bit?)

(EarDrummers)

(Is there a lighter?)

Bow down with you

What can I be grateful for?

There’s nothing in this fire

When was I supposed to (Get up, get up)

Bow down with you?

(Bow down now, bow)

What can I be praying for?

(Praying for, praying for)

If no one in this world, like you?

We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies)

Laid out on a sprung floor

Waiting for the low tide

To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly)

We are dead buttrflies

I’m all in, let me know what you’r thinkin'

Catch feels, while we lie down and figure this out, right now

Deja que fluya pa' no perder el control

No queda de otra vamo' a tar en lo mismo

Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño (Todo el cariño)

Two-steppin' while I move reckless

New settings, booze and nudes pending

Loose evidence and news trending, effortlessly truth bending

Who’s treacherous, searching for feelings of a new friendship

There’s but a few endings, everyone’s a winner 'til you lose bredrin

Hold-tight when we used to hold tight

Levitate to Most High and fuck up the whole skyline

Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish

Regretful, 'cause if I let you left me then I’ll be rush rouletting

With a whole full clip in — pow, cashmere drippage now

And memories, lift me up, but still a man’s tears dripping down

Onto these photographs of what we used to be

But over time that puddle turns into a sea

When I observed you cry a stream

I was just surfing on your grief

The hurt I can’t delete, just come to terms with who is me

But who are we?

These mirrors don’t reflect perfection

Just put on your crep selection, come on two-step to heaven with me

We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies)

Laid out on a sprung floor

Waiting for the low tide

To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly)

'Cause if it’s not me then

Who’s it gonna be, baby?

If it’s not us (Not us, not us)

There’s nothing in this world for me

We are dead butterflies

Dancing on a sprung floor now

Waiting for the low tide

To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly)

When was I supposed to (Get up, get up)

Bow down with you?

(Bow down now, bow)

What can I be praying for?

(Praying for, Praying for)

If no one in this world, like you?

(Like you, like you)

We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies)