A girl that's lost in a dream, imprisoned in a fairy land Who never wants to find her rainbow, who never ever wants to grow old As young as a crystal morning, lost in a painted land She never wants to find her rainbow, she never ever wants to grow old Butterfly wings and ants that sting, and two little shoes of gold Catch me a tear from her eye, sealing in a silver bone She thought that I was her rainbow, she thought that I was true gold Butterfly wings and ants that sting, and two little shoes of gold If you find a girl that's strange, with magic in what she sees Just like the mead to a seagull, who flew away across the sea Butterfly wings and ants that sting, and two little shoes of gold Butterfly wings and ants that sting, and two little shoes of gold Butterfly wings and ants that sting, and two little shoes of gold