it could be something beautiful…

all of this heat and heart and wild intensity... it's beautiful. - butterflies rising

i never knew…
because they didn't want me to know…
that it's spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it's. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i'm beautiful. that you're beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it's. beautiful.
and little by little, i'm trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i've never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.

– butterflies rising

all of this heat and heart and wild intensity... it's beautiful. - butterflies rising

i never knew…
because they didn't want me to know…
that it's spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it's. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i'm beautiful. that you're beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it's. beautiful.
and little by little, i'm trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i've never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.

– butterflies rising

all of this heat and heart and wild intensity... it's beautiful. - butterflies rising

i never knew…
because they didn't want me to know…
that it's spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it's. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i'm beautiful. that you're beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it's. beautiful.
and little by little, i'm trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i've never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.

– butterflies rising

all of this heat and heart and wild intensity... it's beautiful. - butterflies rising

i never knew…
because they didn't want me to know…
that it's spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it's. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i'm beautiful. that you're beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it's. beautiful.
and little by little, i'm trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i've never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.

– butterflies rising