us 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 in the butterfly You just a moth
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
barman wipes away The warm wet circles, the warm wet circles I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths A classrooms shabby butterflies Flirt in the glow of
give me butterflies Tangled up inside I wanna close my eyes & hang on to this feeling Butterflies So tongue tied Here?s what I?m trying to say You give me 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
little china white don't make me fight for your love again. Clear liquid pours from they eyes and this moth to butterflies. So its wings have been grafted
world 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
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
Went down to Mexico on the Fourth of July 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
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
Beatle bones and smokin' Stones The dry sands fall The strawberry mouth; strawberry moth; strawberry caterpillar Strawberry butterfly; strawberry fields
in my own solar system Doing good things but then totally eclipse them Oh what the use, oh what the hell If you break these moth wing feelings Butterfly
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
our haystack madness. Butterfly-stroking on a Spring-tide high. Life's too long (as the Lemming said) as the candle burned and the Moths were wed.
A Kingdom sits on a black knight's back As he tries to mount a white jeweled horse While a clock full of butterflies on the hour Releases a thousand moths
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