She was 29
Mother of one
Blond son
He liked butterflies
She was married
So was he
To a lawyer
She wanted free
She got remarried
Another three
Brown, blue eyed babies
Had Tim and she

He had a gap
His mind was cracked
He was all looks
And coq-fight, fire
Steel blue, heart of sapphire
The rhythm of his thoughts
Were counter-clock
White wizard, black, chicken and fox
Heart locked in a box with horseshoes
And crystals and butterfly wings
Destiny may have broken your home
But you dance to awfully, crudely
You stepped on her shoes
And murdered the clues
Of the light filled forks in the road
You turned all her pages
In rapid succession
You flew to the end
And you skipped the last seas
You mistook magic for love
And love for obsession
He liked butterflies
Broken mirror, cheap tutu
Kissing in the photo-booth
Freeze and smile now, don't move

She's watching whales
Two thousand miles away
And can't remember much

Ooh, they were so cool