The Print Lyrics & Chords By Bear And The Butterfly

Let's pretend: you be Nero. There is Rome. Here is a fiddle. This is me, dancing. "When willt he joy return to your face?" "Some have spines, some don't. Would...read more

As if it weren't bad enough. I don't think I can stand up anymore. Death by principle would seem so practical. My socks don't match but they are still compatible. ...read more

We stand out here waiting for mourning to come In the rain and in chinatown- I want to be a child of the darkness Puddles of hair dye Draped in black Hair black clothes and...read more

She treads so softly gossamer footsteps she's walking through me just like a ghost buried with two pence as passage paid where were you when only the shadows and ghosts were left? ...read more

Transition should never be a familiar feeling And it's when we move farther and farther apart that we talk about growing up When I'm 100 I will remember everything about that...read more