People go

And turn into a smile on your face

Or a butterfly on your hand

It tickles your memory, don't you understand?

That they live on, through everything that they have loved

People go

And turn into a smile on your face

Or a butterfly on your hand

It tickles your memory, don't you understand?

That they live on, through everything that they have loved

But I don't know, Where people go I don't know Where people go