"Curator Of Butterflies" lyrics - BIG BIG TRAIN

She likes to walk
Down the lanes to the fields
In the woods, she finds a stream
The water feels cold in the cup of her hands

Down among the trees
She spies butterflies against the leaves
With one brush of her hand
They are captured and taken

From the top of the hill
Looking over the edge
So far out of reach
Further and further away

She likes to see
All the colours of the wings beneath the glass
Then she turns down the light
To keep them from fading away

She likes to walk
By the stream down to the shore
From the source
To the sea

[Pre-Chorus:]
Looking over the edge
Where the sky meets the waves
So far out of reach
With just one step

[Chorus:]
She'd be free
With one bound, with one leap
A part we all play
Oh, the end is the start
Is the place where we came from

A part we all play
Oh, the end is the start
Is the place where we came from

Looking over the edge
Counting the waves
Follow the faultlines
Up the side of the hill

The marks of an ancient sea
You can see the traces
At the end of the hedgerow
Out of the field

Looking over the edge
As far as you can see
Under the ordinary light

[Pre-Chorus:]
She loved the colours of the wings against the green
The first thing she saw, the last she hopes to see
The parts we play, the start the end and everything
Everything in-between, oh-oh

She likes to walk
By the stream down to the shore
From the source
To the sea

[Chorus:]
Looking over the edge
Where the sky meets the waves
Oh, so far out of reach
With just one step
She'd be free

[Instrumental Outro]