Blue Butterfly
Drifting in a dreamy haze of memories made seemingly real
Reluctant to relinquish grasp on golden things, long dying – still
Searching for salvation in this opportunistic age
While storing up my dusty hurts and dirty bits of rage
Waiting for the birth, for the birth of the Butterfly
PRE-CHORUS:
Oh angels, spread your silver wings
Fill the night with secret things for me
Why don’t you ...
CHORUS:
Come with me baby, let’s get lost in the night, yeah
Come with me baby, we’ll fly on wings of light, yeah
Come with me we can, oh, we can both be free, yeah
Come with me baby, it’s always you and me
Always you and me
So now I’m ranting rude and shamelessly, sprouting new abuse
And using any reason, no matter how obtuse
I have growths of pain and horror climbing walls that don’t exist
And they bloom with poisonous flowers that not many can resist
Waiting for the birth, for the birth of the Butterfly
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
And now the endless wandering happiness I never can quite catch
has trapped me in this broken place and secured the rusty latch
Now Destiny is calling with his wise and wrinkled head
that once knew all of everything, but now begs to forget
Waiting for the birth, for the birth of the Butterfly
PRE-CHORUS
Blue Butterfly
Oh, empty spaces in the shadows
Empty faces n the gallows
Made of my hurt, made of my pain, made of my shame
Oh, empty spaces in the shadows
Empty faces n the gallows
Made of my hurt, made of my pain, made of my shame
I am Blue Butterfly
So baby ….
CHORUS (x2)
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