I want to be a butterfly

I have the disease of Modern Living
All too desperate and lonely
Hopping around, from one vagina to another
Looking for the real thing.

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was
The kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

Saying no it’s not a problem for me
You see, it never has been
My tragedy of all times
Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

We just hoop and hoop to the next
And fuck again
Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way
And all this in the name of love
In the name of love and I, of loneliness
Because if you fuck good enough
This time you might

never, never be lonely again

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of

butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me
Twisting with her red hair and golden chain
She keeps on smiling
I don’t smile back
She stares at me perpetually

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
I know, I know
Most certainly better

A butterfly…

My heart is a suitcase,
Waiting to be packed,
My cares,
Are everywhere,
My hopes are sitting in the corner,
Waiting for the day,
A dream wanders over.

Cos I’m on a ticket I can’t get off,
It could be heaven, it could be hell,
But when I feel like it’s time to stop,
I’ll be standing up ringing the bell.

Gonna throw in all my thoughts and all my feelings,
Zip it up, tie the tag,
Check it in, wait and see,
If it gets there,
Guess I know,
That’s my bag.

My mind is a clutter,
I can’t clear up,
Too many choices in the way,
I stumble with all the best intention,
So open to,
A good suggestion.

Cos I’m on a ticket I can’t get off,
It could be heaven, it could be hell,
But when I feel like it’s time to stop,
I’ll be standing up ringing the bell.

Gonna throw in all my thoughts and all my feelings,
Zip it up, tie the tag,
Check it in, wait and see,
If it gets there,
Guess I know,
That’s my bag.

Golden was the bird I knew,
Sang a song so free then flew,
And they won't come back,
Can't come back.

Golden was the bird long gone,
Sang a little while, flew on,
And they won't come back,
Can't come back.

Yeah, I woke one morning, long time gone,
A magpie’d come to steal away my song,
Was up against the window yeah tapping on the pane,
But it couldn't get in, no, kept calling my name.

Golden was the bird,
And they won't come back.

Something in these four walls, That helps me to breathe, Draws me in, holds me close and, Gives me what I need.
Lifts me up when I'm down, Such a sweet and sunny sound, Lifts me up when I'm down, This is just like what we dreamed about.
Lifts me up when I'm down, Such a sweet and sunny sound, Brings me in, leads me home, Gives me space to rest my bones.
Something in these four walls, That helps me to breathe, Draws me in, holds me close and, Gives me what I need.