Anatomy of the Curse

THE KISS OF PURPLE BUTTERFLY Verse 1

He walked toward the doorway like a man with a sign,

A promise in his pocket, a design in his mind.

He carried all his thunder where the daylight could see,

But fate tied little knots in his anatomy.

His shoelaces came undone on the edge of the floor,

He reached for something certain, but there wasn’t anymore.

His belt gave up its duty with a whisper and a sigh,

And all his grand intentions watched themselves go by.

Chorus

Oh, the kiss of the purple butterfly,

Soft as a curse and bright as a lie.

It touched him once and stole his stride,

Left all his wanting turned inside.

He meant to rise, he meant to fly—

But dreams can drown before they try.

Oh, the kiss of the purple butterfly.