Matchbox 20 - Loss, Strain & Butterflies

He got bad and she got mad
He lowered one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
but as the clock ticked from next door I hear her breathing
I said "Good morning Mrs. Sumner, I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Boney, he's a house made out fo butterflies, yeah.
Well I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told
It's a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...

I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
to loss and strain and butterflies,
and then it comes right down to me.

Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something