If you'd have heard the creaking of the door
As I let go
You'd have seen
All those flowers in my head
Blossoming after all this time
Butterflies in my heart
Taking flight
If you'd read my mind
The easiest thing
Would be to let in the sun
And drive out the dark
Even after all this time
But the hardest thing
Was to turn the key
Close up the spring flowers
Watch the butterflies turn into ghosts
Sitting idle
Starved for the light
And close the door