Knife Through Butterfly Heart
IAN ROBERT ASTBURY, WILLIAM HENRY DUFFY
Boy fell out the sky
Crashed into the ground
The witness gathered ‘round
To see my bloody crown
In that summer
Roll back to mother
In that summer
Roll back to the mother
Runnin’ through the crowd
Shapeless like a shroud
Witness gathered ‘round
To see my shattered crown
Oh that summer
Roll back to mother
In that summer
Roll back to the mother
And we’re runnin’ now
In the scattered sun
The jealousies unspoken
Memory awoken
Love is all around
All around this love
Chaos of the crowd
Everything allowed
The heart is deceitful above all things
With the
The pain that true love brings
Then how we
We reach toward the truth
Oh, magnificent love is pure
A knife split your heart