Song Description
An exploration of the singer/songwriter's angst over his inability to control his mood-swings, using the metaphors of a butterfly and a volcano to illustrate a nature that is, at once, gentle and fragile yet explosive and volatile.
| Song Length |
4:13 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Progressive Rock |
| Tempo |
Multiple Tempos |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Incensed |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
On wings made of paper
I flutter into the maelstrom
A delicate shadow removes all my pigment
And I?m gone
A wing-span, a life-span
Too fragile for some hands to touch
As nature selects what becomes
Of the insect you crushed?
As if I could just choose
The better of these moods
As if I could just know
The butterfly, the volcano
One day the ground will move
Deafening sound to the core
The air fills with heat as we?re
Losing our feet on the floor
As if I could just choose
The better of these moods
As if I could just know
When to float and when to blow
You join the long line of those who?ve let me down
I was wrong to suppose you?d come around