作词 : Seamus Harty
作曲 : Seamus Harty
The Butterfly House
Not made of stone.
Not made of glass.
Just brittle bone and faded dream.
Turns to putty in the hands of anyone whose dared to see the other side.
Weary hearts they go to die.
They die alone.
Keep singing this will be the end
As visceral scorn pervades my deepest sense of what makes me a man.
Tears a-rolling down my cheeks
To the floor.
Maybe I just wasn’t born to love someone.
While I’m locked out of the Butterfly House as she’s dancing in a sunbeam coloured glow.
Or have I escaped to chase beauty with the outcasts and ghosts?
Oh I don’t know.
So while there’s silence in the air
We take the time to laugh and grieve
At the things I thought we’d share
Memories that just won’t be
No they won’t ever live to become a kind of something.
And yes the birds will sing again.
And yes at last there will be peace.
We’ll make strangers into friends like before but this time breathe before you jump.
You’ll scare off most anyone if you start running.
N’ while I’m locked out of the Butterfly House as she’s dancing in that sunbeam coloured glow,
I ask have I escaped to chase beauty with the outcasts and ghosts?
Oh I don’t know.
So here’s to you clever girl.
May you dance and smile and dream.
But do remember clever girl
About the ones you chose to leave,
As we all do,
Are thinking, hearing, feeling people just like you.
作词 : Seamus Harty
作曲 : Seamus Harty
The Butterfly House
Not made of stone.
Not made of glass.
Just brittle bone and faded dream.
Turns to putty in the hands of anyone whose dared to see the other side.
Weary hearts they go to die.
They die alone.
Keep singing this will be the end
As visceral scorn pervades my deepest sense of what makes me a man.
Tears a-rolling down my cheeks
To the floor.
Maybe I just wasn’t born to love someone.
While I’m locked out of the Butterfly House as she’s dancing in a sunbeam coloured glow.
Or have I escaped to chase beauty with the outcasts and ghosts?
Oh I don’t know.
So while there’s silence in the air
We take the time to laugh and grieve
At the things I thought we’d share
Memories that just won’t be
No they won’t ever live to become a kind of something.
And yes the birds will sing again.
And yes at last there will be peace.
We’ll make strangers into friends like before but this time breathe before you jump.
You’ll scare off most anyone if you start running.
N’ while I’m locked out of the Butterfly House as she’s dancing in that sunbeam coloured glow,
I ask have I escaped to chase beauty with the outcasts and ghosts?
Oh I don’t know.
So here’s to you clever girl.
May you dance and smile and dream.
But do remember clever girl
About the ones you chose to leave,
As we all do,
Are thinking, hearing, feeling people just like you.