remember when I came just to sing a song to you

and you came up for a touch of my hand

you painted on the shirt you wore

words I wrote some time before

words I think you didn't understand

I think you didn't understand



you saw that I was sinking and I couldn't reach the shore

and you looked down to me with a smile

you said drowning angels make pretty circles in the lake

and I'd rather see you struggle for a while

oh I think you didn't understand



I fell from the sky with a word from the grey

a kaleidoscope singer, a son of the day

the ghost of the windsong a write of the play

the god of tomorrow's the freak of today



hey, do you want to free the butterfly

well then just open up the jar

the patterns on the wings have more colors in the sky

oh but you can't see their beauty from so far

will you open up the jar?