A butterfly flies through the forest rain And turns the wind into a hurricane I know that it will happen 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return While round the world computers crash and burn I know that it will happen 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance And I believe I can see it all so clearly now You must go and I must set you free 'Cause only that will bring you back to me I know that it will happen Because I believe in the certainty of chance Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. Peace frightens me. Perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of hell. I think of what's in store for my children tomorrow; "The world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose viewpoint? We need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... detached. Detached.