A Thousand Butterflies

A Thousand Butterflies

He lifts the roses of her secrets deftly
They leave a perfume in the air

He climbs the mountain of her hesitation and he reaches for her there
She feels a thousand butterflies alight and fill the room

Desire..a flame...a fire in the garden... all of her is in bloom
Oh... the things his hands can do

She walks the meadow of his lonesome dreaming
While the willows stand and wait

She makes a wreath of every bending sorrow
He's watching at the gate

He feels a thousand butterflies alight and fill his mind

Desire...a flame... a fire in the garden
All of him feels alive
Oh... she does it with her eyes

Love has a way of destroying the deep disguise
You're not the wind, you're the tree and the way it sighs

Ah..............ah ah ha.......

We've been broken, broken open
Like a thousand butterflies

Desire... a flame... a fire in the garden
There's nowhere left to hide
Ohhh............

Desire...a flame... the fire in the garden
Where are we going to hide?

We've been broken open, broken open
Like a thousand butterflies