Legion

Wings of butterflies
Whip up a storm
I am legion
For you alone

Such strange disease
So weak and blinded
Yet so full of joy
So I hold on, hold on...

Guilt, my favourite game
Does not affect you
Never seen an opportunity
To really connect

You don't see me
Background noise
That comes in handy
Every now and then

I have better words
And can tell them too
But would you listen
Would you listen to me?

Softly scented sensuality
Angel for all occasions
Delicate hands that feel me
But useless all the same

But still:

Wings of butterflies
Whip up a storm
I am legion
For you alone