Blue Butterfly
I'm drifting in a dreamy haze of memories
made seeming real,
reluctant to relinquish grasp on golden things long dying,
still......
Searching for salvation in this opportunic age
while storing up my dusty hurts
and dirty bits of rage
Waiting for the birth, for the birth of the Butterfly.
PRE-CHORUS
Angels spread your silver wings,
Cover 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
Come with me baby, it's always you and me; always you and me.
So now I'm ranting rude and shamelessy
sprouting new abuse,
and using any reason to - 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
Angels.....
CHORUS
Come with me.....
The endless wandering happiness I never can quite catch,
has trapped me in this broken place -
secured the rusty latch.
My Destiny is calling with his wise and wrinkled head,
that once knew all of everthing, but now,
Now begs to forget....
PRE-CHORUS
Angels......
CHORUS
So come with me....
MID-8
Blue Butterfly...
Empty places in the shadows, empty faces on the gallows
Made of my hurt, made of my pain, made of my shame.
Oh empty places in the shadows, empty faces on the gallows
made of my hurt, made of my pain, made of my shame
please angels, please angels
PRE-CHORUS
Angels.....
CHORUS
so come on -
Come with me baby.......
Copyright © Tanya Bunge | Year Posted 2012
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