Butterflies and Slow Dancing

[Intro] [Verse 1] (Baritone) The organ hums a dusty hymn, the cymbal sighs like twilight’s breath, Your hand finds mine, the room spins slow—two shadows waltzing, half-afraid. (Soprano) Butterflies rise on trembling strings, their wings a blur of borrowed light, We trace the steps we’ve never learned—this fragile dance we steal tonight. [Chorus] (Both, harmonized) Oh, we sway like leaves in a lazy wind, Time unravels where the notes begin. (Soprano) Your voice, a low tide in my veins, (Baritone) Your laughter melts the windowpanes— (Both) And every breath’s a slow, sweet spin… [Verse 2] (Baritone) The organ fades to ember-glow, the ride cymbal’s pulse unwinds, I hold this ache—a photograph—of fingertips and tangled lines. (Soprano) The butterflies, now paper-thin, cling to the air like last July, Your baritone a weathered map—I trace the roads we’ll never try. [Chorus] (Both, harmonized) Oh, we sway like leaves in a phantom wind, The years dissolve where the chords begin. (Soprano) Your silence hums a lullaby, (Baritone) Your heartbeat slows the blinkin’ sky— (Both) And every step’s a borrowed sigh… [Bridge] (Soprano & Baritone, alternating) The organ’s gone, the cymbal’s rust— (Baritone) But in this dust, we’re more than dust. (Soprano) The butterflies, they’ll never land— (Both) We’ll float forever, hand in hand… [Outro]