How fortunate we are for our present company
But what’s the bind and where’s the bond
I see the writing on the wall
Sometimes it seems that you misunderstand
I know I can be just a little or cruel
But I’m much harder on myself than you
Damn the butterfly
Dontcha get the feeling I've already said too much

How pleased am I to be the jester and the knave
Sound the trumpets yet no one hears
Dull the senses with endless cash machines
You can always feel the silent resentments
I know I let you get to me tonight
But I’m much stronger than my will
Blame it on the booze
Dontcha get the feeling I’ve already said too much

How beautiful the play but I’ve never seen the cast
The lightening strikes the same place twice
A double barrel in the back
Somehow the perfect antagonistic scene is set
I feel you’ve cut a little piece of me
And fed it to some faceless muse
Stab the bleeding heart
Dontcha get the feeling I’ve already said too much

The dolls are all drunk and tired and ready for bed
Why am I held prisoner by words that were said?

How cool it is to be captured by the sun
Is there betrayal in a kiss?
No point in going down the path
You sensed emphatically something between us had changed
I know I get angry by the by
But it’s just ‘cos you’re creating your own fate
Free the butterfly
Dontcha get the feeling I’ve already said too much

Dontcha ever get the feeling you just might have said too much

Dontcha ever get the feeling you just might have said, you just might have said, you just might have said...

Dontcha ever get the feeling you just might have said too much

It’s all just butterfly and scotch
That’s all we are - That’s all we got