Divine Comedy, The
Going Downhill Fast
One butterfly Spies a glint in his eye
The birds sing as he cycles by
Oh, why should he feel sad?
This world ain't so bad in his eyes
Woe betide he would frown
When natural beauty abounds
And now with wheels spinning free
He's picking up speed
Two butterflies
Tie knots in his stomach
They love it when he goes too fast
SongtexteWind whistles past
Vast oceans of air That will mess up his hair
Though he no longer cares any more
Overindulgence in vanity's vacuous vice
Just once or twice, thrice
Four times in five we forget we're alive
And neglect to remind ourselves
Wait, wait for me
Oh great mercury
As late as you may be
Will you wait for me?
Three butterflies
Realise when it's time to depart
They have tickled his ribs
They have fluttered his heart
But the starting is easy
Compared to the stop
And the bottom is hard
When compared to the top
Ooh la la! La-la la-la!
La! La-la la-la! La! La-la la-la!
La! La-la la-la! etc.
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