It's monarch season
I see the wings in everything
I can't keep my mind
From flying away with them

They even dance on the waves
I could take a picture
But who's to say I'd capture it clearly
Nothing but net and a hole inside my frame

The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here

I see 'em folding on the wind
I want to be 'em!
Holding out my limb
Trying to bring one in

I wish the origami king
Would come and find me
And fold my pagе into something strange
And set it on thе wind

The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here
The butterfly days are here