| Oh, the wings of the black butterfly | 
| Don’t answer when you speak to it | 
| We won’t talk about what happened last night | 
| And the house on the corner burned down | 
| And now they can see inside | 
| We don’t look too happy, but I guess we’ll make it alright | 
| The sun comes up, the sun goes down | 
| On the railroad tracks in the middle of town | 
| The space between us grows everyday | 
| Oh, love comes up, loves goes down as we break our backs | 
| To the sound of the space that grows between us everyday | 
| Oh, the sting of the mother bee burns | 
| But you can’t help yourself | 
| You are drawn to it like a child to the fire | 
| And you wait to wear the crown and sit upon the throne | 
| You wanna be the one they want and adore | 
| The sun comes up, the sun goes down | 
| On the railroad tracks in the middle of town | 
| The space between us grows everyday | 
| Oh, love comes up, loves goes down as we break our backs | 
| To the sound of the space that grows between us everyday | 
| Oh, but now, I see, oh, but now, I see | 
| Oh, but now, I see, oh, but now, I see | 
| The sun comes up, the sun goes down | 
| On the railroad tracks in the middle of town | 
| The space between us grows everyday | 
| Oh, love comes up, loves goes down as we break our backs | 
| To the sound of the space that grows between us everyday |