| Khaotic Butterfly Swinging like a pendulum Across my torn and beaten mind. Swinging like the moon and sun, Like the reaper�s blade inclined. To cut away and bring an end, Cut away and bring again, Lift me up to make a friend, Put me down and walk frozen. So swing pendulum, swing mighty pendulum, Follow the circling hands. Swing pendulum, swing steady to and from, In time with falling sands. Come to me in middle night, Dropping hints of your desire. Find me standing back stage right Rehearsing words to fuel the fire. Come to me, then swing away, Be this constant metaphor. Who am I to stand and say? Ride this heart that I adore. So swing pendulum, swing mighty pendulum, Follow the circling hands. Swing pendulum, swing steady to and from, In time with falling sands. |