Butterfly, butterfly
Flying into the wind
You can be sure of it
That's no place to begin
Over thinking every little thing
Acknowledge the bell you can't unring
Tomorrow, you don't have to say what you're thinking
You don't have to mean what you say
Butterfly, butterfly
Flutter in to the skies
Butterfly, butterfly
Their molecular cries
Chrysalis dreams waiting on the fifth in-star
These stained glass wings could only take you so far
Tomorrow you don't have to say that it matters
You don't have to turn something in
Stay with it through thick and thin
Butterfly, begin
Butterfly, butterfly
Tomorrow, you don't have to mean what you say
Left without a reason to stay [bad word] the last hurrah
Here's our last hurrah
Butterfly, butterfly
You can be sure of it

Words and music by Paul Waaktaar-Savoy. 2010