Layers

From June 09.

We've got so many onion layers
Too many jigsaw pieces of our minds
And if you look, in the distance
We'll be melting all the time
Under the heat of confusion
Under the scorch of pain
Dissolving in madness
Washing away with the rain.

When a butterfly flutters it's tiny wings
A thousand people die.
If I don't let you see my smile
A thousand children cry.

Every action, a reaction
One thing, a price
One word, a chain reaction
One bullet, one life.

So when you flippantly kiss me hard on the mouth
Or oh so gently whisper in her ear
Think of the dominoes falling
Think of the futures, my dear.