| Butterfly, butterfly | |
| Flying into the wind | |
| You can be sure of it | |
| That's no place to begin | |
| Over thinking every little thing | |
| Acknowledge the bell you can't unring | |
| Tomorrow | |
| You don't have to say what you're thinking | |
| You don't have to mean what you say | |
| Butterfly, butterfly | |
| Flutter into the skies | |
| Butterfly, butterfly | |
| Their molecular cries | |
| Chrysalis dreams waiting on the fifth in-star | |
| These stained glass wings could only take you so far | |
| You don't have to say that it matters | |
| You don't have to turn something in | |
| Stay with it through thick and thin | |
| Butterfly, begin | |
| Butterfly | |
| Butterfly | |
| Tomorrow | |
| You don't have to mean what you say | |
| Left without a reason to stay | |
| Comes the last hurrah | |
| Here's our last hurrah | |
| Butterfly | |
| Butterfly | |
| Butterfly | |
| You can be sure of it | |
| Butterfly |