The Sage - White Moth Black Butterfly

What if I found the hidden door?

Would you run, or shy away once more?

The pressure that builds inside is real

My heart is torn, but you’re not to blame

You’ve been taking far too long

The scent you leave behind, so strong

Uncertain eyes could do no wrong, do no wrong

What if I found the hidden door?

Would you run, or shy away once more?

The pressure that builds inside is real

My heart is torn, but you’re not to blame

What if I found the hidden door?

Would you run, or shy away once more?

The pressure that builds inside is real

My heart is torn, but you’re not to blame

You’ve been taking far too long

The scent you leave behind, so strong

Uncertain eyes could do no wrong, do no wrong

What if I found the hidden door?

Would you run, or shy away once more?

The pressure that builds inside is real

My heart is torn, but you’re not to blame

But you’re not to blame

But you’re not to blame