[Verse 1]
This year spring break
Seemed to melt into the palm of my hand
As it pressed like butterfly legs against yours

[Bridge]
I don't want this to end
I don't want this to end

[Verse 2]
Why can't this be more than fleeting?
I am a petal, drifting through gardens
I am not broken, distress through time

[Outro]
We' ve been "Your Arms Are My Cocoon", thanks! Goodbye