Butterfly Graveyard

Where do the butterflies go when they die

A one winged trip to heaven

I wanna make it

I wanna make it

Don’t wait til it’s too late to try to fly

 

I saw you struggle,

I see you stumble,

Across your own fate,

You cross your own fate

But if you just spread

The wings that you sprout

Maybe you’d fall,

Only one way to find out

 

Where do the butterflies go when they die

A one winged trip to heaven

I wanna make it

I wanna make it

Don’t wait til it’s too late to try to fly

 

Cmon get going

The winds not so strong

But it’ll carry you farther

You’d imagine you could go

But if you just spread

The wings that you sprout

Maybe you’d fall,

Only one way to find out

 

Where do the butterflies go when they die

A one winged trip to heaven

I wanna make it

I wanna make it

Don’t wait til it’s too late to try to fly

 

There are stones for the ones

Who never left the ground

There are stones for the ones

Who flew just enough

But the ones who took off

Unweighed by leaving their discomforts behind

Well they burn with the stars

Cause they dared to fly too high

 

Where do the butterflies go when they die

A one winged trip to heaven

I wanna make it

I wanna make it

Don’t wait til it’s too late to try to fly