Red Headed Butterflies

Red Headed Butterflies - Stephen Brodsky

Calling out for wonders

Everywhere to pour yourselves

Into the flask we hold up high within our hands

Please go on continue

To amaze distilling as we marvel

How its pretty colors now expand

They reach for some pinnacle

Far beyond cynical

Exploding in sound

But if you feel otherwise

Red headed butterflies won't lift off the ground

Calling out to saviors

Everywhere to launch yourselves

Into the skies far up above our boring homes

Please go on continue

To display a new belief

So our lonely inner drones fall to sleep

They reach for some pinnacle

Far beyond cynical

Exploding in sound

But if you feel otherwise

Red headed butterflies won't lift off the ground

Calling out for martyrs

Everywhere perhaps in all of us

There's dreams which I am convinced are of dying

They reach for some pinnacle

Far beyond cynical

Exploding in sound

But if you feel otherwise

Red headed butterflies won't touch your ground

And reach for some miracle

No matter how hysterical

It maybe sounds

But if you feel otherwise

Red headed butterflies won't touch the ground

I foresee a day

When all those we've southerned will fix everything

And oh what a fatal rain of relief

All this will bring

All this will bring