Three white butterflies to know you're near I know they think That it took somebody else To make me beautiful Beautiful As they intended me to be But they're wrong I know they think That it took thousands of people To put me together again Like an experiment Some big man behind the scenes Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my songs But they're wrong God, if you're near me sеnd me three white butterfliеs Or an owl to know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific 'Cause I'm good in spirit, warm-bodied A fallible deity wrapped up in white I'm folk, I’m jazz, I'm blue, I'm green Regrettably also a white woman But I havegood intentions even if I'm one of the last ones If you don't believe me, my poetry, or my melodies Feel it in your bones I havegood intentions even if I'm one of the last ones Ah yeah Ah yeah Ah yeah Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father While he's deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing God, if you're near me sеnd me three white butterfliеs Or a map to know your vision, import on me your wisdom It took somebody else To make me beautiful Wonderful As they intended me to be But they're wrong Three white butterflies to know you're near