Her world bounces up and down   Like a girl on a trampoline   Her dark hair shining    Like a preacher on Sunday   Her breathe smells like tangerines   Her nose is peppered by the sunlight   Her eye's the deep blue sea   When she drifts the mood is so soft   The warm summers breeze      They caught her crying   In the rear view mirror   On our way to a sandy beach   As I bounce between then and now   I see it's somewhere    We would never reach      They watched her cry    In the rear view mirror   There's no u-turn on a one way street   As I bounce between then and now   I see the lesson   They were trying to teach      Says rainy days look best   Through a window   Shut it tight   Leave the cold outside   She's just like the Mona Lisa   A million eyes could never read her mind   All she asks is for something beautiful   The truth is something that she won't believe   What she's got is something beautiful   How easily she was deceived      So I'd lift her up on butterfly wings   Let her down like a feather falls   "We won't listen to your mother say "No, no""   "Come on baby got to break these walls"      We'd climb high    Point to a star in the sky   "You always question but you never ask why"   "You're heart will never know until she cries"   "Come on baby got to break these walls"      Says rainy days look best   Through a window   Shut it tight   Leave the cold outside   She's just like the Mona Lisa   A million eyes could never read her mind   All she asks is for something beautiful   The truth is something that she won't believe   What we've got is something beautiful   How easily she was deceived      So I'd lift her up on butterfly wings   Let her down like a mountain falls   "We won't listen to your mother say "No, no""   "Come on baby got to break these walls"      We'd climb high    Point to a star in the sky   "You always question but you never ask why"   "You're heart will never know until she cries"   "Come on baby got to break these walls"      What she needs is what she really, really wants   What that is she really doesn't know   In the winter she waits for the heat   In the summer she Prays for the Snow   What she needs is what she really, really wants   What that is she really doesn't know   All she holds is all she's ever really lost   I think it's time she lets it go      Life is just a story made up by our brains   What we leave on pages is all that will remain   Long after we're gone it's read or hung up on a wall   Suddenly your life will be meaningful   With a pallet full of color   To show how she felt inside   She painted a plain picture of a brown butterfly