Whiteroom - Papillons lyrics

Once I let a good friend drown Sleeping on the job As his ship went down Loose lips make no sound Broadcast from a digital lighthouse In a bunker underground When bureaucrats came on the scene The waves and I disguised our Treachery with thin masks of serenity But I know I must have heard him scream I guess I must have thought Of it as music in a dream Zoned out on an empty quay As the night approached The evening painted Impressions on the sea Until moonlight fell On quiet graves And a thousand silver bu*terflies Danced fearless among the waves