Butterflies are very strong
They only cry when they're called upon
I wish I knew
The butterfly in you
The moth will play with the dirty flame
And end up burning inside
But the butterfly she is the flame
When there's so much pretty
There's so much pain
I think I see
Where all the butterflies must be
Upon a rock
beautiful thing
Until the [bad word] together
On her dusty wings
I think I know
Where all the butterflies must go
Butterflies are very strong
They only cry when they're called upon
I think I see
The butterfly in thee
Won't you spread your wings
On me