Slipping hrough your fingers
Slipping throhg your hands
Every single moment
Is never coming back
Struggle as you will do
And all the blind good luck
No one's coming back from
The place we all end up

Both struggles monumental
And stupid little things
Both conspire to push you higher
And give your memories wings

10,000 days take flight behind you
Butterflies that paint the sky
A million beats of gold and scarlet
Pushing on away they fly

These days will turn to lost weeks
Lost weeks to misplaced years
See what we've left behind us
Were we ever really here?
Some days can seem so endless
Other times just disappear
Looking now what's left behind us
Were we ever really here?

Both struggles monumental
And stupid little things
Both conspire to push you higher
And give your memories wings

The sand falls softly
Top to bottom
Collecting slowly down below
We've learnt some things
But we've forgotten
Everything we used to know

The ripples and changes
Will spread slowly
Are too subtle to detect
The impact made across a lifetime
You can't ignore
The butterfly effect

The Butterfly Effect

When Downstream Consequences meet up with the Stock Boys and The Tuesday Club the result is optimal existential inertia and etheric bedlam.

The bus I never take carries Jim Capacity and his Memetic Desire duo towards the war king, who is not dancing.

So... That's A No, with No Recovery playing support.

The Butterfly Effect

Lazuli Bunting