there comes a time when both of our heavenly signs go to sleep and turn to their fatherly moon and you and I in ever immersing design we begin we turn our own eyes to poetry but it's not as funny as you may think I'm choking on the wings of a bu*terfly it's not as funny as you may think to rise above the words you said I thought I could die oh calm me fairytale s**ers making up endings and pouring out laughter we dance once again and maybe this one is for you if I could filter out matter and peace in our hearts would impend as we flutter we call you again and joke about starting anew but it's not as funny as you may think I'm choking on the wings of a bu*terfly it's not as funny as you may think to rise above the words you said I thought I could die