butterfly flies through the forest rain
 And turns the wind into a hurricane
 I know that it will happen
 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance 

 schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return
 While round the [bad word] crash and burn
 I know that it will happen
 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance 

 And I believe
 I can see it all so clearly now
 You must go and I must set you free
 'Cause only that will bring you back to me
 I know that it will happen
 Because I believe in the certainty of chance 

 Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. Peace frightens me. Perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of [bad word]  I think of what's in store for my children tomorrow; "The world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose viewpoint? We need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... detached. Detached.