Where the butterflies do roam my love will surely go My heart forever young has yet to age Though it lives within old bones covered by scared and weathered skin And your hair is full of lightning violet dreams and all those pretty things And though I could not breath or speak as you stood so close I could hear a storm of butterflies beating within your chest My lungs still filled with warmth that I only knew from love And I would have looked away but that would not have changed my fate For my heart had already left to fly among the wings circling your heart and my love has gone to burn among where butterflies do roam