Clara - Brooklyn Run (Impressão)

Clara, I can't believe how this has come to be

Clara, to understand just try and think of me

It's cold here, it's cold inside this room, my heart, this sea

This ocean that we're drowning in, this gift that life brought me

I don't know why I must be here

Clara, you're all I have, your portrait in my mind

I know it will die with me and you'll still be fine

Till this storm is over, this weight on my shoulders

I can't stand emotion, without you I can't feel

I don't know why I must be here

But I wish you always dreams of butterflies

Of childhood memories of summertime

Clara, to forgive me, please just try

And we'll float away butterfly

I don't know why I must be here