Texty: Triffids (The). The Black Swan. Butterflies Into Worms.

All you daughters, all you sons
Learn your lesson from what I've done
I threw away the gift of love
between every line I've ever sung

A thousand times I looked you in the eye
And every time I mixed the truth with lies
But it seemed so good and it seemed so right
Singing gospel in the yellow evening light

Chorus :
Yesterday the world was mine
And every trick I learned
The only trick I remember now
Is turning butterflies into worms

Don't put no net down below
Don't call for my hand or try to see me down slow

As I turn away from the morning sun
To the bottle upon the shelf
So tell me who to turn to baby,
who to turn to now, when you're with somebody else

(chorus)