Media : Lyrics

Butterfly

We are what we own and the money's good
For keeping us how we're accustomed to
Everything closer than our fingertips
But most of the world don't live like this

So I went to the city for a bit of time
Trying to get the government to change it's mind
Just a bunch of ordinary folks on the march
Headed for the treasury looking for the heart (if there is one)

Oh the rain is hard and the sky is grey
I'm looking for sun on a cruel day
And as I pray for signs to bring me round
I see a butterfly trapped in the underground

You see a mother walks over 16 miles
Cos' the medicine's scarce for an African child
But here I reach for the phone and the National Health
You know sometimes we just don't know our wealth

Oh we talk about rights but make them work for free
And then we mess with their lives, their economies
And we take what they have and we leave them with debt
And we promise them things that they've never had yet (will they ever)

Oh the rain is hard and the sky is grey
I'm looking for sun on a cruel day
And as I pray for signs to bring me round
I see a butterfly trapped in the underground

Will someone in here open the window (x3)

Someone needs to open a window
Cos they’re trapped on the underground

Oh the rain is hard and the sky is grey
I'm looking for sun on a cruel day
And as I pray for signs to bring me round
I see a butterfly trapped in the underground

(For the work of the Trade Justice Movement)

Words & Music by Gareth Davies-Jones PRS
Copyright© Gareth Davies-Jones 2008