I must admire you from afar
I must in secret, for what you are
Like some Degas or an ancient book
I don't want to touch you I just want to look
What's wrong with me? I'm not unwise
just an admirer of swans and butterflies

This violet day it makes me sad
your silver mouth it drives me mad
and pale blue eyes on a pale face
drive me to this distraction
drive me to this disgrace
What's wrong with me? I'm not unwise
just an admirer of swans and butterflies

I'm well aware of my little life's flaws
but I'm not here to break this little life's laws
Yet the wild allure of such perfect grace
with sea foam skin is a persuasive case
What's wrong with me? I'm not unwise
just an admirer of swans and butterflies


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Swans and Butterflies song meanings
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