Who's That Flying - Butterflies In A Mailbox | Текст песни

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• Butterflies In A Mailbox

wrong words
break the head
from within
give the voice
to what roiled in
wrong words
break the bones
let them mourn
the world they know

Reach for the mailbox to not find a single letter
Its flag is always up, it has faded into dusty pink
Its body is coated with rust but exterior doesn't matter
What does this mailbox painting mean

winged things are frozen in their dance
black dust and ashes have fallen beneath them
big bleeding caterpillars were given the chance
to become lost and forgotten memories once


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