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 butterfly
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 suckers
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 butterfly
It’s not as funny as you may think
To rise above the words you said
I thought I could die