remember when I came just to sing a song to you and you came up for a touch of my hand you painted on the shirt you wore words I wrote some time before words I think you didn't understand I think you didn't understand
you saw that I was sinking and I couldn't reach the shore and you looked down to me with a smile you said drowning angels make pretty circles in the lake and I'd rather see you struggle for a while oh I think you didn't understand
I fell from the sky with a word from the grey a kaleidoscope singer, a son of the day the ghost of the windsong a write of the play the god of tomorrow's the freak of today
hey, do you want to free the butterfly well then just open up the jar the patterns on the wings have more colors in the sky oh but you can't see their beauty from so far will you open up the jar?