Text: Tina Arena. The Butterfly Man.

He waits in the dark for lives
Misguided and wrecked
The catcher of innocent souls
He's proud of his human collection

Of losers who give up the chase
Of winners who fail to look round
He creeps up behind the fallen and blind
They're gone with hardly a sound

Save me
Somebody reach out a hand
Save me from eternity
Caught in the grip of the butterfly man

He waits in the dark
For the scent of anger or hate
He hides behind ignorance
And it's never for long that he has to wait

A gentle caress
Is enough before fear takes a hold
The warning signs come far too late
By then he'll have captured your soul

Save me
Somebody reach out a hand
Save me from the agony
Caught in the grip of the butterfly man

Save me
Somebody reach out a hand
Save me from eternity
Caught in the grip of the butterfly man

I've been here for so long
Don't even know what my purpose ever was
I don't even know where I belong
Through the years I've been waiting
Even time has lost it's meaning
Don't even know where I belong

Can't ever turn from this path
Don't even know what alternatives there are
Perhaps I wandered too far
I've been here for so long
Don't even hope for an end to all of this
I have no choice but to carry on

There you are fighting to escape from the womb
Dying in the snares of your chosen beliefs
Were you not set free far too soon?

There you are bathing in the warmth of creation
Drowning in the blood of your chosen beliefs
Prisoners of fate, living in a state of sedation

Save me
Somebody reach out a hand
Save me
Somebody reach out a hand
Save me from eternity
Caught in the grip of the butterfly man

He waits in the dark
The catcher of elegant souls
Extravagant souls
Belligerent souls

He waits in the dark
His arms open wide
Never too short, never too tall
He'll take them all