Standing equipped Indian paintbrush clenched in my hand Eyes remain alert Ivy vines creeping to pull me down But the grass pushes me skyward Away from the skeletons dancing below And the rain flows backwards Floating me higher Above the shadows Oh the wind'll blow ya down Keeping you buried in the ground
I'm a monarch butterfly Ink blotted but still alive I was tied to the hollow tree But the blackbirds set me free
Bones turn to stone Melodic songbirds revive my soul Swallowed body and all Demons drowning down in the sinkhole But the rocks roll my feet forward Erasing the trail I'm leaving behind And the stars keep a record Of things that will never leave my mind Oh the wind'll blow me there Moving me to land somewhere
I'm a monarch butterfly Ink blotted but still alive I was tied to the hollow tree But the black birds set me freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
