Track 5 of the EP Walk Me Home · 2026
Butterflies in My Sunday Shoes
“Early again, standing by the fountain, counting down from ten. I've never been so nervous in a song, and I still love it.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · romantic swing · 3:20
Lyrics
Sunday afternoon, and I'm early again Standing by the fountain, counting down from ten I ironed my shirt twice, then I ironed it more Practised what to say at the door My heart is tapping on the glass Saying, hurry up, let the moment pass Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Dancing round the fear and the news That she said yes, she said she'd come My hands are shaking like a drum Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Nothing to win and nothing to lose Just a bench, a bell, a little sun And a nervous song that's just begun There's a pigeon on the rail, he's watching me Like he knows exactly how this ought to be I bought a paper bag of peaches, small and sweet Now I'm hiding them behind my feet My heart is tapping on the glass Saying, hurry up, let the moment pass Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Dancing round the fear and the news That she said yes, she said she'd come My hands are shaking like a drum Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Nothing to win and nothing to lose Just a bench, a bell, a little sun And a nervous song that's just begun Here she comes across the square Sunlight in her hair Breathe in slow, breathe out slow Smile, and let her know Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Dancing round the fear and the news She's here, she's here, she's said hello And I forgot everything I know Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Nothing to win and nothing to lose Just a bench, a bell, a little sun And a happy song that's just begun Butterflies in my Sunday shoes Sunday shoes