Butterfly's Dream - Norma Jean Martine

Well she didn’t see it coming

She was taken in the blink of her mother’s eye

Her whole world flashed

As the driver hit the gas

No time to ask «why?»

Slow motion crimson

The heart loses rhythm

The sirens kaleidoscope below

As she starts her float home

Out of luck

In the make believe

We’re all stuck inside

Of a butterfly’s dream

How do you save

The little footprints of a crane

In last night’s snow?

Holding on in vain to the skaters' figure 8s

Where the river now flows?

Red roses rising

Don’t fight your crying

Even from our ashes, cities grow

Where the streets are paved with gold

Out of luck

In the make believe

We’re all stuck inside

Of a butterfly’s dream

And I know you’ll agree

We’re all just too scared

Of disappearing

I wish I could hold you forever 'til time comes and swallows me

We’re all just stuck

Inside of a butterfly’s dream

Out of luck

In the make believe

We’re all stuck inside

Of a butterfly’s dream

We’ll soon be coming home

We’ll soon be coming home

We’ll soon be coming home

We’ll soon be coming home