Broken Butterflies

C
C   G   Dm   C
C   G   Dm   C
C   G   Dm   C


    C
You wear your anger well and stand
    G
For all the world to see
  Dm
A heavy cloak, that one gloved hand
    C
And no humility


    C
You stand inside the garden
    G
And feast on black cherries
    Dm
And swallow the mana from heaven
    C
And spit out the seeds


    C
You spread your anger on sharp edged
 knives
       G
Cut my skin and make it bleed
     Dm
Like Pilate in his 
self-righteousness
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          C
You are a traitor and a thief


  C
Choking on your unplanned words
G
Coughing up your lies
Dm
Tumbling from your mouth
            C
A flurry of broken butterflies


 C
Broken butterflies
                G
They rest their wings snapped in two
Dm
On their way to certain death
      C
Their colours gold and blue


         C
With the blood that flows I can not 
hide
    G
The blood that covers me
Dm
Nourishes the butterflies
             C
And they are healed and are set free


  C
I wish you had what Ruth possessed
       G
Then I don't expect that of you
Dm
Grace and honour and faithfulness
      C
And a love that you refused


         C
Will you ever learn to just forgive
         G
Will you open your beautiful eyes
    Dm
And bleed the way Christ did
            C
And fix the broken butterflies


C
Ooooh-ooooh ooooh-ooooh
G
Ooooh-ooooh ooooooh
Dm
Ooooh-ooooh ooooh-ooooh
C
Ooooh-ooooh ooooooh