Airplanes take you away again
are you flying above where we live
then I look up, a glare in my eyes
are you having regrets about last night
I'm not, but I like rivers that
rush in
so then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead for you, the acrobat?
I won't push you, unless you have a net
You say the word you know I will find you
or if you need some time I don't mind
I don't hold on to the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
but I believe I'm worth comin' home to
kiss away night
this girl only sleeps with butterflies
with butterflies
So go on and fly then, boy
Balloons look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
we may fall then stumble upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere
You say the word you know I will find you
or if you need some time I don't mind
I don't hold onto the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
but I believe I'm worth comin' home to
kiss her, waiting by this girl
this girl
You say the word you know I will find you
or if you need some time I don't mind
I don't hold onto the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
but I believe I'm worth comin' home to
kiss away night
this girl only sleeps with butterflies
with butterflies
with butterflies
So go on and fly boy
Tori Quotes
I've been researching and listing words that I like the sound of and look of for the pollination stakes competition. There is a list of hundreds, so to give my mind a break, I had a wander down the back field to the vegetable garden and the greenhouse. I just hung out there, deciding with husband where to put the lavender
-- anytime there is sun around in England you can't take it for granted, you must bake in it, making yourself the sacrifice, if necessary -- just to maybe make it last all day. So, since it was one of those glorious English summer days in the middle of Spring, I played hooky from playing the piano and flirted with the sun. On my way back from the field, with flower choices in my head, Husband headed off to the Arsenal game and I headed to the picnic table where my gardening book was. I passed the studio with the huge barn doors of the big recording room painted in madras, a Tuscan peach, which I had open all morning while practicing. Then bam. There it was... after all these months, I looked at the Böse, she looked at me, and I went right up, turned the tape recorder on, and bam... the chorus to "Sleeps with Butterflies" was spilling over the keys and I knew she was complete. So after weeks of trying to write my idea of a chorus, the real chorus stepped right up and said, "T, honey, you just take this down and I'll be off to enjoy some flirting with the sun myself."
Did the day effect this? Did the weather? Sure. If I were in another space, then something as simple as a bird's song changes. Having started a song at one place in the world, say in Bumfuck on the road, then finishing it on a Winter's day -- with that soft muted Cornish light putting the m in moody, bringing with it its own references, senses, and perfumes... all of these elements get included in that ever rotating palette. [Tori Amos: Piece by Piece]
Live Versions
"Sleeps with Butterflies"
February 17, 2005 - New York, New York The Late Show with David Letterman
"Sleeps with Butterflies"
February 19, 2005 - New York, New York NBC Today
"Sleeps with Butterflies"
November 19, 2017 - Denver, Colorado
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