About a butterfly wing causing a typhoon
If it's true a wire runs through each thing we do
Then I better stay in my room
A dressing man will choose the white
'till he comes up behind the sun shines on white
I see the light i hit the brakes the dead girl walks away
And I better stay in my room
You go for a ride a girl won't come home
Or maybe that's not the way it goes
Maybe you see a light in time
People are born blaze and collide
About the butterfly thing