The Divine Comedy Going Downhill Fast song lyrics

One butterfly

Spies a glint in his eye,

Birds sing as he cycles by.

Oh! Why should he feel sad?

This world's not so bad, and besides,

Woe betide he who would frown

When natural beauty abounds.

And now with wheels spinning free

He's picking up speed.

Two butterflies

Tie knots in his stomach,

They love it when he goes too fast.

Wind whistles past,

Whilst oceans of air

That will mess up his hair,

Though he no longer cares any more

For overindulgence and vanity,

Vacuous vice!

Just once or twice,

Thrice,

Four times in five we forget we're alive

And neglect to remind ourselves.

Three butterflies

Realise when it's time to depart,

They have tickled his ribs

They have fluttered his heart,

But the starting is easy compared to the stop

And the bottom is hard when compared to the top.

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