A moth is not a butterfly And I know why, I know why It kind of makes you want to cry That a moth is not a butterfly But some are happy in the bluest
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
ain't a bird, 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 crying
To something that big You can't see anything at all In time I will collect the world (You who fall on cavalry) The eggs and wings (I give my children) Of butterflies A moth
, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go He who used to float like a butterfly once Is floatin' like a glorious moth And
world till the barman wipes away The warm wet circles I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classroom's shabby butterflies Flirt in the glow of stranded
In an English country garden? I'll tell you now of some I know Those I miss I hope you'll pardon Dragonflies, moths and bees Spiders falling from the trees 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
own solar system Doin' good things but they totally eclipse them Oh, what the use, oh, what the hell If you break these moth wing feelin's Butterfly
're on Once you're on ain't no coming off Shine so much the sun could take a summer off Some of y'all dunno a butterfly from a moth Turn the El DeBarge
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
I saw you dreaming of conquests Of large wars, bigger walls: But: I am pleased to say: Your houses are dead Your children are full of flame The horses are dead and the butterflies
He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt Well he used to be a believer, ?til the city
Psuedo sumo wrestler Dangerous dances The dragons claw On the door K-Tel oriental The monkey's paw. You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly You're
re drawn like a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [
're a butterfly I'm suicide by insecticide If I am kerosene then you're a spark Just begging to ignite You'll wish you never met me (Butterfly) Butterfly
"Play Dead" 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
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