Butterflies

Moonlight precipitates The world around us spins on axis All my life put into practice Butterflies and Butterflies and Butterflies land on our ashes Heal our wounds and free our lashes Butterflies and Butterflies and Butterflies Empty weeks and a mothers sadness Open eyes become your atlas Open eyes become your atlas Butterflies and Butterflies and Butterflies land on our ashes Heal our wounds and free our lashes Empty weeks and a mothers sadness Open eyes become your atlas Open eyes become your atlas Follow me down to plots of trees Where mushrooms grow and feel the breeze Lie atop the flower lots Custard cakes and lemon trees Antifreeze and symphonies Rabbit's feet jump past the bees Pollen floating through her sneeze The sound of love Of ecstasies Simple the marching of centipedes, and scorpions Crawl through the earth and eat the sun Butterflies land in my hair and flap their wings Breathe in her air She loves my sound, she loves my life So follow me, to golden light She loves my sound, she loves my life So follow me, to golden light Moonlight precipitates The world around us spins on axis Heavy shoulders lose their weight All my life put into practice Butterflies and Butterflies and Butterflies land on our secrets Heal our wounds and free our lashes Teary cheeks and a mothers sadness Open eyes become your atlas Open eyes become your atlas Moonlight precipitates The world around disintegrates Heavy soul disseminates And all my life is put in place Butterflies and Butterflies and Butterflies land on our ashes Heal our wounds and free our lashes Teary cheeks and a mothers sadness Open eyes become your atlas Open eyes become your atlas