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

Dren 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... de

D. detached.