Текст песни Lucinda Williams - Broken Butterflies
Lucinda Williams - Broken Butterflies слова песни
Wear your anger well insidefor all the world to seeA heave cloak a one glove tanAnd no humilityYou stand inside the gardenAnd feast on black cherriesAnd swallow the mana from heavenand spit out the seeds You spread your anger and sharp edge knifeCut my skin and make it bleedBlack pollen in its self-righteousnessYou are a traitor and a thiefChoking on your unplanned wordsCoughing up your liesTumbling from your mouthA flurry of broken butterfliesBroken butterflies they rest their wings snapped in twoOn their way to certain deathTheir colors gold and blueWith the blood that flows I can not hideThe blood covers me ?? The butterflies they are healed and are set freeI wish you had but roof possessed That I donВ’t expect of youPraise and honor of faithfulnessAnd a rock that you refusedIf you ever learned to just forgiveWill you open your beautiful heartsAnd lead the way Christ didIt is the broken butterflies