House of Butterfly Wings

Duration

3:48

Genres

Singer/Songwriter (Male)

Lyrics

My house is built of butterfly wings Ground scales carry the color the cover scales bring Never underestimate thread From the roses on a smoking jacket Sneak in some stitching Sometime the patterns are painfully foreign, Painfully foreign Health rests under my arm in the place that I sleep Health rests its cheek against my cheek And I know that it's hard to find a reason to lie with me now Try me Senses struggle to keep within walls that are two cells deep They slip through the seams, Through the rafters and beams, Feeling painfully foreign Woven with fingers and feet on the car seat, in the bed sheet Is the membrane of a memory The feeling of skin, in a house I longed to live in And I know that it's hard to find a reason to lie with me now Try me Oh to find once brilliant colors bleeding Running with every theme The way that the reds of the cards on the table, Grilled tomatoes and the warmth of a fire flame, String with black hair and a silver chain In your arms And I know that it's hard to find a reason to lie with me now Try me