Oh, the leaded window opens to move the dancing candle flame And the first moths of summer suicidal came, oh, suicidal came And a new breeze chattered
gaudy moths A classrooms shabby butterflies Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts And token proclamations
Here?s what I?m trying to say You give me butterflies And every word is like a song And I can?t help but sing along You give me butterflies Butterflies
A moth into a butterfly And a lie Into the sweetest truth I'm so afraid of life I try To call your name but I'm Silenced by the fear of dying in your
fight for your love again. Clear liquid pours from they eyes and this moth to butterflies. So its wings have been grafted and its colours line my casket
is such a cheerful place When viewed from upside-down; It makes a rise of every fall, A smile of every frown; I watch the fleeting flutter by Of butterfly or moth And
is sootheing the grieving voices An inflamed lie that was paint out too often A moth that is falling with the wings of a butterfly Love that is drowning
That a moth is not a butterfly But some are happy in the bluest sky And others search in the dark of night And sadness is a silent right A moth is not a butterfly
I got a tattoo of a moth and a butterfly Had a little time to burn, a little money to spend And so I bought a switchblade for each of my friends Pablo and
re on (uhuh) Once you're on ain't no coming off Shine so much the sun could take a summer off Some of ya'll dunno a butterfly from a moth Turn the el
Where I set and you set; and I've loved and you've loved And I've seen and you've seen Salt Man has just made his mark - and crumbled The dark
If you break these moth wing feelings Butterfly knives in the ceiling Well everyone, everyone's waiting Detachments get praised and completed You can say what you want and
body drops maybe your soft shell hiding your secrets sing moth no lullabies into your soft eyes. Sleeping in silence has never felt so great. All these butterflies
in the back With all the insects and the trash She is a lady, I?m the tramp Collecting stares from pairs close by Then flutters and the butterflies You are just a moth
. Butterfly-stroking on a Spring-tide high. Life's too long (as the Lemming said) as the candle burned and the Moths were wed. And we'll all burn
, baby Say "go" and that is that New York city man, you just say "go" and that is that I'm a New York city man, you just say "go" and that is that It
I ain?t them others guys that get lost in the name You the butterfly, and I?m the moth to your flame Love is dying while the mother?s cryin Big brother