I know where the butterflies sleep,

And I know where the arrows lead,

And now I know what it means to me

To lose my faith but gain your need.

I know where the butterflies sleep.

Sugar water the butterflies drink.

On gold-weighted wings,

Slowly they sink,

Blotting the sky out like sun-ripened ink;

This is where the butterflies sleep.

Dark and menacing the clouds gather nigh,

Forcing the sun to surrender to night.

Raindrops fall down with momentum from high,

Crushing the butterflies, making them die.

Evermore will the butterflies sleep.

Then the clouds are broken up

As the Moon rises up.

In her castle of stars

On the night she will sup,

Watching over the butterflies' sleep.