Crows tear smiles from their lips
The dead rest in the light of day
Butterflies dance on our bodies
By bullets and blade
Children lay frozen in their play
Crows tear smiles from their lips
In fields and lawns
We all fall laughing
Butterflies dance on our bodies
They know not right from wrong
But they laugh all the same
Crows tear smiles from their lips
Life spins us in a dance
We switch partners
Butterflies dance on our bodies
Our dance is short and sweet
And oh, as forgettable as it can be
Crows tear smiles from their lips
Butterflies dance on our bodies