Woorden: Finger Eleven. Tip. Swallowtail.

Let me in
And let me go
Tell me that
I need to know
I need to know

Swallow the key
Swallow the key

You feel compelled
But it's far too late
To try and tell me now
So, I'll try to suck it out

Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore

We all know
And we can't ask why
You turned into
An ugly butterfly

That shape of you
Closes in and forms a shade of gray
Hanging over, hanging me

Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore

We all know
And we can't ask why
You turned into
An ugly butterfly

Sorry, you're gone
The voices
They left me thinking

Sorry, you're gone
I'm sorry

The words that I've forgotten now
Try to come but can't come out

Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore

We all know
And we can't ask why
You turned into
An ugly butterfly

We all know
And we can't ask why
You turned into
Such an ugly butterfly

We all know
And we can't ask [Incomprehensible]