We put on our hearts and our hats,
We jumped through the doorway,
You the butterfly, fragile and doomed,
I the stranger, hardened and eternal,
And we heard the sounds of children;
You said it was the tambourines,
I said it was thunder,
And we passed the school,
Everyone a space pilot and a princess,
In the veils of cardboard boxes,
The snow melting in their salty hair.
We picked roses, more I than you,
The kind whose petals I'd lace your teacup with,
Or leave in a bowl on your doorstep,
The kind you see in the mirror.
At the house we play music,
To the cats and the dogs outside;
You said it was just rain.
And when you called me,
From that old phone that you said didn't work,
By that old clock that was never on the right time,
In nothing but a t-shirt that you borrowed,
I was the stranger,
And you were the butterfly.