Butterflies - Thomas Reid

What will you do?

Will you find someone new?

Will he give you those butterflies?

And what’s on your mind?

Is it how he met your eyes?

Or is it me maybe some of the time?

And now I’m running, I’m running, I’m running, I’m running

I’m running away (I'm running away)

Oh, I have nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing

I’ve nothing to say (Nothing to say)

And now I’m running, I’m running, I’m running, I’m running

I’m running away (Running away)

Oh, I have nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing

I’ve nothing to say (Nothing to say)

Running away, I’m running away

Nothing to say, nothing to say

Running away, I’m running away

Nothing to say, got nothing to say

What will you do?

Will you find someone new?

Will he give you those butterflies?

And what’s on your mind?

Is it how he met your eyes?

Or is it me maybe some of th time?