Butterflies

歌詞

Watching a butterfly Move over moorland So pretty and colourful Wings catch the sun Such simple beauty attracting a mate For creation of life For the cycle to carry on To carry on Contrast the bomber that turns in the sky Ugly and lifeless and serving no purpose Save war And the politics of war What are wings for? They borrowed nature's skill And taught it how to kill How to kill So crossing their bypass?? and crossing their purpose The butterfly shadowed by bomber above Alone and distracted and thus unaware Of the butterfly collector A butterfly collector A butterfly collector A butterfly collector "Hehe, well I'm outraged..."