Chinese Butterflies

66 or 64,



It doesn't really matter anymore



There's no more throwing sticks into the river



And me I've not just grown, I've grown too clever



Just let go



Back then I was French and yet Chinese



I knew songs of butterflies and bees



But the poets killed the vipers and the songs



Chained the princess and carried her along



Just let go



I remember all the songs



Well, that was right and this is wrong



I would really like to sing along



But I won't try as giants have no tongue



It was all a bluff I guess



All things have to end I guess



Just let go



In this one enchanted place



We're back where we began...