Butterflies, pomegranate skies
Yellow roses dry, awry

Do you know why I don't cry no more
Fountains have all gone to war
Who picked her up?
Who hung her in a bow?
What a wonderful night to shed some flowers
The saddest delight to not be you, just overwrite
That's right
Who called you a dry flower?
Come alive
Butterflies, pomegranate skies
Yellow roses dry
Do you know why I don't cry no more
It's because I came alive