If I play to your distress
And peel the fruit of your innocence
Please don't mind
When the time for your flesh comes
To go the way that all flesh does
They can have me
An honest man breathes untrue
The springtime of our love
I look around
Because in a way
I believe what the winds say
Eye for an eye
Fly around little butterfly
I see you in a big sky
Framed and dried
And honest man beathes untrue
The springtime of our love