I stood at a junction
On a bitter warm evening
And I watched something fly
Over the streams & the meadows
I looked down at my hands
Already they were cracked and weathered
This thing had left me
And never would return
And I thought of my days
As a child glaring at the sun
So much I'd wanted this thing to leave
To vanish forever
And what is this thing, so marvellous
That it's wasted on the young
We need it; we don't even know it's there
And it disappears like the setting sun
For now, it's a world of brightness
And calm, carefree denial
But these things only last for a little while
So now I'll have to say goodbye
To those butterflies
And yes I'll have to say goodbye
To those kinds of lies
And when it flies away
It'll never come back
You'll chase & you'll scream and cry and shriek
But that sky will just turn black
Maybe you'll be one of the few to clench your wrist
And pretend there's nothing wrong
You might even feel it flutter against your palm
So now I'll have to say goodbye
To those butterflies
And yes I'll have to say goodbye
To those kinds of lies
Don't forget what comes next
And when the sky goes black
There'll be no shadows
We'll just be lost
Amongst the streams and the meadows
Its ivory razor wings
Withering in flight before the next day
Don't forget what comes next
So now I'll have to say goodbye
To those butterflies
And yes I'll have to say goodbye
To those kinds of lies