Easy was it,
You idiot,
It will always hurt,
No matter what.
(Chorus)
This is where the butterflies go to die,
See their colored wings bat,
Way up in the sky,
Can't you see the way they fly,
Beckoning you to follow.
Death of beauty unleashed,
Followed by the crash of thunder,
Never again to see them tease,
As gentle caresses pull you under.
(Chorus)
This is where the butterflies go to die,
See their colored wings bat,
Way up in the sky,
Can't you see the way they fly,
Beckoning you to follow.
A particular effect of gracefully colors,
Pulls you into its dream,
You will fall like all the others,
This is where the butterflies go to die
