Young Writers Society

CHORUS:
Will the butterflies fly, will the butterflies fly away?
You got me feeling all bad today
With the gold and the medieval fire age
You got me digging the past again
How come you have this knack for smashing windows, punching my walls?
How come you walk around like you're the monster punching my walls?

Dear damsel, you're feeling distressed
You're the weight in my chest
Took my heart but you left it in a mess
I saw it lying at the bottom of a pond
Where you dropped it, gone like it's a burden from the start
And now if darlin' that wasn't enough
You watched me fall so far so rough
My grip is firm on the words you said
But now I'm lifeless walking like the dead
I keep thinking what I'm thinking
Dear Time, when I turn this glass
Will you give me the chance
And burn this bridge of the past
Will the dragon catch me?

CHORUS:
Will the butterflies fly, will the butterflies fly away?
You got me feeling all bad today
With the gold and the medieval fire age
You got me digging the past again
How come you have this knack for smashing windows, punching my walls?
How come you walk around like you're the monster punching my walls?

Dear lady, too much waiting
Sunset fading
Feel the knot in your guts, feeling it?
I saw you washing apples by the sink
How come you poisoned me to think?
I could have given you the shears
But you pulled the thread now from the seams
You used to read me like a witch's tale
Then left me forgotten like the holy grail
I keep thinking what I'm thinking
Dear minstrel, you're feeling obsessed
You keep playing your best
For a girl who could care no less
Will the dragon catch me?

CHORUS:
Will the butterflies fly, will the butterflies fly away?
You got me feeling all bad today
With the gold and the medieval fire age
You got me digging the past again
How come you have this knack for smashing windows, punching my walls?
How come you walk around like you're the monster punching my walls?

And I feel that there's nothing in store for me
And I'll dance with the ashes around my feet
And I'll breathe oblivion if once upon a time is real
And I'll end this fairytale for you
And I'll burn those "ever afters" too
And I'll write this story 'cause I gotta have my ending of you

CHORUS:
Will the butterflies fly, will the butterflies fly away?
You got me feeling all bad today
With the gold and the medieval fire age
You got me digging the past again
How come you have this knack for smashing windows, punching my walls?
How come you walk around like you're the monster punching my walls?

Will the butterflies fly, will the butterflies fly away?(punching my walls)
You got me feeling all bad today(punching my walls)
With the gold and the medieval fire age(punching my walls)
You got me digging the past again(punching my walls)
How come you have this knack for smashing windows, punching my walls?
How come you walk around like you're the monster punching my walls?