Fingerprints.

Fingerprints draw backwards across the sky.
Like its been said before.
Many points been left to die
Swallow it down good sir
Swallow.
Butterflies on your chest
Who knows whats been there before.
Could he let you leave
Without you being on the floor.
Do you understand what you've done tonight?
Do you know what you've done?
Swallow it down.
You could make quite a mess here
But its something of a remark
Something of a second.
Rebel making new records
But you're just playing with memories in the sky,
Hoping to remember a way to make it die.