Letras: Natalie Imbruglia. White Lilies Island. Butterflies.

Swallow purple terror candy
Don't forget to breathe
Sickened by the wanting
And drowning from the need

This dichromatic vision
Of one who does not care
To sipping cocktail sedatives
Two months to hide somewhere

Butterflies, butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over

The wolf has caught the chicken
And now I feel unsteady
Emotions on the blink again
So kick me when you're ready

Here lies a violet coffin
The death of my control
Along with all my skeletons
They put them in a hole


Butterflies, butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over

Sickened by the notion
I give myself again
Choking on the bullet
The gun that's found a friend

So raise your glass to sorrow
And drink to all the pain
Tie a silver ribbon around
The pieces that remain

Butterflies, butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over

That you walk over
That you walk over