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, aflame, 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 thе willows stand and wait
She makes a wreath of еvery bending sorry
He's watching at the gate

And he feels a thousand butterflies alight and fill his mind
Desire, aflame, 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 way it sighs
Ah-ah-ah
We've been broken, broken open
Like a thousand butterflies

[instrumental bridge]

Desire, aflame, a fire in the garden
There's nowhere left to hide
Oh-Oh-Oh
Desire, aflame, a fire in the garden
Where are we going to hide

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