AmNothing comes Dmfrom dreams but Gdreams,
CStill you Fbelieve in Gwonder.
AmSomething happens Dmand it Gseems
CLike a Fstrike of Gthunder.
Cm7Nothing comes G#from love but A#love.
Cm7Why is G#it growing A#stronger?
Cm7I Am G#falling from A#above,
GmI will G#wait no A#longer.
Chorus:
GmI’m like Cm7a Fbutterfly,
DSpinning ‘round Gma sword as Cm7if to Fdare.
A#mI should D#mhave stayed up G#high,
C#m7Nothing comes Afrom pride but Bpride,
C#m7Mm, my Away is Bclear.
C#m7Dancing on Athe edge Btonight,
Chorus:
G#mI’m like C#m7a F#butterfly,
D#Spinning ‘round G#ma sword as C#m7if to F#dare.
BmI should Emhave stayed up Ahigh,
EmI’m like Ama Dbutterfly.
GmI’m like Cma Fbutterfly
A#mAnd I should D#mhave stayed up G#high,