Badger - This Town Needs Guns

I read your call sign, Butterfly

Thoughts of wings open wide, cast in sunlight

In my hand your bones are brittle and you burst in to flame

Untie me and let me leave

So what if I should forget to breathe?

Will white light rescue me and secure my salvation?

I can all but hope

That time will tell that this was real enough for me

Blessed with hindsight, it was clear to me

Your reckless advancements came with no guarantees

My mind’s made up

we were never in love

So what’s lefts absolution for the weight of our sin

so if there’s no sign of the morrow our souls remain clean