Breathless Behind Smudged Glass Songtext
von Machinery of the Human Heart

They′ll be drawn by the colors that you wear
They will praise your capacity to care
When they ask you to sell all you are because your rare
Don't you dare, butterfly, don′t you dare


And they will look not with love, but with their eyes
Brandish wallets larger than their hearts in size
And at the end of the night, they will strip your will to fly
So don't you cry, butterfly, don't you cry
So don′t you cry, butterfly, don′t you cry

And they will take you to a garden by the bay
To a house where the art collecter stays
At the end of the day, they will stab you on a page
So fly away, butterfly, fly away
So fly away, butterfly, fly away