remember when I came just to sing a song to you   and you came up for a touch of my hand   you painted on the shirt you wore   words I wrote some time before   words I think you didn't understand   I think you didn't understand      you saw that I was sinking and I couldn't reach the shore   and you looked down to me with a smile   you said drowning angels make pretty circles in the lake   and I'd rather see you struggle for a while   oh I think you didn't understand      I fell from the sky with a word from the grey   a kaleidoscope singer, a son of the day   the ghost of the windsong a write of the play   the god of tomorrow's the freak of today      hey, do you want to free the butterfly   well then just open up the jar   the patterns on the wings have more colors in the sky   oh but you can't see their beauty from so far   will you open up the jar?