When I was 14 I was Spodicus Methodicus
A shy aniseed in a circle of one
I never made friends in the bullying and dog hairs
My house was a tramp and I was alone
But in my mind there was I butterfly
In my mind there was I butterfly
Inside there was I butterfly
When I was 18 I was ready for adventure
Imagining love in the aching night
I had a crush for a year on Michelle
I never found the words as she passed me by
And all the time I was I butterfly
Inside there was I butterfly
Inside there was I butterfly
Then came sucessions of girlfriends
Alcohol and trainers at the weekend
Pain like a drain on my sense of wonder
Makes you wonder
How many butterflies have died in growing old
And trying to please the ones they least admire
And now I'm older I am Ooberus Oblivious
I dedicate my soul to the eternal breeze
I spend my days chasing music through a keyhole
In love with somebody in an era of peace
But in my mind I am I butterfly
In my mind I am I butterfly
Inside there is I butterfly