bu*tERFLY (Cornick) Ahead I could see how false it was, but the future's gone, my chance is lost Let us assume there's now a space no words could fill most songs we placed We never quite knew just what we sought; the costly price in fortune bought Trying too hard to find your way, we missed your road and fell astray (CHORUS 1) The caterpillar wrapped inside, takes his wings and then he tried to break right-out from his cocoon; a little fast, a little soon The young people hung their heads and cried, as old folks turned away and sighed Silently smiled as they read the news through their Sunday paper's biased views Now that the grains have tread this through, half-empty glass stands-by in view Time is the sand that flows no more; lies scattered, white, upon the floor (CHORUS 2) You really thought you owned the sky, but your wings gave-out, you couldn't fly ..... maybe you've reached the time to die ..... poor little bu*terfly ..... poor little thing ..... poor little bu*terfly