Dear Dhinus, did you call?

It was the best surprise of all

Don't need no crossroads or no scroll to sell your soul

Behind the writer of this song

Are a thousand love affairs gone wrong

You can only write when you're as lonely as a stone

(So you let the ones that you love go)

Oh how my heart keeps beating

I know it's just repeating

Feelings that were computed

Long ago while you were shooting high

I'm feeling like a butterfly

Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?

Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?

Tell the hangman not to start

And wake the hermit from your heart

Burn the maps that chart your dreams

They're all just make believe

Oh how my heart keeps beating

I know it's just repeating

Feelings that were computed

Long ago while you were shooting high

I'm feeling like a butterfly

Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?

Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?