through the dark

Reading stars might be a lost art
Counting the night to be our guide
When did we lose touch with keeping reality
The modern way points to many wrong signs
So lovely are the colours of the rainbow
Just like the number that's assigned to them
Keep and refuse, gain and lose
Either way we are the ones who choose

If there is anything to rely on
Its the butterflies that get me through the dark
If there is any doubt in logic then
The impression is the key to the lock

Inspired by discovery
Almost hungered by what lies beneath
But so many of us turn away when its too late
Unmoved by our own insatiability
So attractive are the colours of the rainbow
Just like the number that's assigned to them
Just like a moth to a flame we get burned just the same
We are the ones who choose

So attractive are the colours of the rainbow
Just like the number that's assigned to them
Just like a moth to a flame we get burned just the same
We are the ones who choose

If there is anything to rely on
Its the butterflies that get me through the dark
If there is any doubt in logic then
The impression is the key to the lock

If there is anything to rely on
Its the butterflies that get me through the dark
If there is any doubt in logic then
The impression is the key to the lock