Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Shell Shocked

Where are we going? Where have you been?
Lost in an empty room, don't try to win
Murder your instincts, dulling the pain
Blowing the ashes away looks like rain

Empty skies
Dead butterflies
Hit like a lightning bolt from the
Blue hair, blue lips, blue nails, blue skies
Fly, butterfly

Finger the trigger, needle the cross
How can you find it if you are what's lost
Put on your makeup, put on a smile
Block out the nightmare, it'll help for a while

Empty skies
Dead butterflies
Hit like a lightning bolt from the
Blue hair, blue lips, blue nails, blue skies
Fly, butterfly
Shell shocked butterfly



Alison Day
1996