Heaven ablaze in our eyes. We're standing still in time. The blood on our hands is the wine. We offer as sacrifice. . Chorus. Come on, and show them your love. Rip out the wings of a butterfly
to return. Poor butterfly. 'Neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly. For she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years. And as she smiles through her tears,. She
of girlfriends. I should have known them. Click your heels and count back from three. Do you wanna go back?. You should have known that. The butterfly in reverse here is me But Maryann, you're