Butterflies


I remember all those scenes of amber lace
As the morning shadows tip-toed from your face
And old St Paul was found
Her prayer lights cried to ya

Flutterings of heartbeats in the air
The way the sweeping of the cool breeze flicked your hair
And though I played it down
My eyes were tied to ya

And you played like toe to toe
Down the streets to Waterlow, didn’t you?
And the city all fell still
As the breast of Highgate Hill held us so

Our childlike nets were taught
Waving at the skies
You’d say that love would fly to meet ya
And oh love
Turned like a collared thief, rose and kissed your eyes
Those butterflies

A gentlemanly spirit in the glade
Reading books below the cemetery shade
I said I knew him well
Oh babe, I lied to ya

Cos it pulls you from above
Like a puppet strung by love
Don’t it girl?
Oh and I can see them still
All those ghosts of Highgate Hill
Dancing by
And they shout out, “Well lord, at least we tried!”

Our childlike nets were taught
Waving at the skies
You’d say that love would fly to meet ya
And oh love
Turned like a collared thief, rose and kissed your eyes
Those butterflies

Autumn runs wild lately
But leaves you beautifully still
Had you in my arms but let it go
And ain’t it cold on your skin
When the one you loved is flame light to the wind

Our childlike nets were taught
Waving at the skies
You’d say that love would fly to meet ya
And oh love
Turned like a collared thief, rose and kissed your eyes
Oh love
Turned like a collared thief, rose and kissed your eyes
All those butterflies