It was a cold dark night, as dark as it gets
One moment we could be under a romantic candle light next we might explode like dynamite
I still love her, pretty young Flora, since I first met her, when we were both young n taller.
Naked and alone we sit.. and I realize she will always be mine at least even as down comes the mist.
When I learnt that she would die, I drew a butterfly for Sly
You hold my hand and I snatch it away and with the gesture I remember we've been here before.