The Tattered Tale Of Brown Butterfly Lyrics - Blind Iris

Her world bounces up and down 

Like a girl on a trampoline 

Her dark hair shining 

Like a preacher on Sunday 

Her breathe smells like tangerines 

Her nose is peppered by the sunlight 

Her eye's the deep blue sea 

When she drifts the mood is so soft 

The warm summers breeze 

They caught her crying 

In the rear view mirror 

On our way to a sandy beach 

As I bounce between then and now 

I see it's somewhere 

We would never reach 

They watched her cry 

In the rear view mirror 

There's no u-turn on a one way street 

As I bounce between then and now 

I see the lesson 

They were trying to teach 

Says rainy days look best 

Through a window 

Shut it tight 

Leave the cold outside 

She's just like the Mona Lisa 

A million eyes could never read her mind 

All she asks is for something beautiful 

The truth is something that she won't believe 

What she's got is something beautiful 

How easily she was deceived 

So I'd lift her up on butterfly wings 

Let her down like a feather falls 

"We won't listen to your mother say "No, no"" 

"Come on baby got to break these walls" 

We'd climb high 

Point to a star in the sky 

"You always question but you never ask why" 

"You're heart will never know until she cries" 

"Come on baby got to break these walls" 

Says rainy days look best 

Through a window 

Shut it tight 

Leave the cold outside 

She's just like the Mona Lisa 

A million eyes could never read her mind 

All she asks is for something beautiful 

The truth is something that she won't believe 

What we've got is something beautiful 

How easily she was deceived 

So I'd lift her up on butterfly wings 

Let her down like a mountain falls 

"We won't listen to your mother say "No, no"" 

"Come on baby got to break these walls" 

We'd climb high 

Point to a star in the sky 

"You always question but you never ask why" 

"You're heart will never know until she cries" 

"Come on baby got to break these walls" 

What she needs is what she really, really wants 

What that is she really doesn't know 

In the winter she waits for the heat 

In the summer she Prays for the Snow 

What she needs is what she really, really wants 

What that is she really doesn't know 

All she holds is all she's ever really lost 

I think it's time she lets it go 

Life is just a story made up by our brains 

What we leave on pages is all that will remain 

Long after we're gone it's read or hung up on a wall 

Suddenly your life will be meaningful 

With a pallet full of color 

To show how she felt inside 

She painted a plain picture of a brown butterfly