She Paints

Now that she paints She has free hands To take her out of here And now that she says She´s no longer a butterfly Trying to fly Into a sky of glass You put me in your list of lost and found But still I don´t really think I get along with my own You put me in your list of lost and found But still, I don´t really think I get along with my own If it would be falling out of you But it´s falling out of me You should've let me know Maybe you shouldn´t let me know... The thing I´ll really do is Have a sit and chat with you Sit and chat with you And now she paints All over things she purifes