Moths

Sleepless in the morning
Thoughts collecting, worn in.
Faceless was the future
No hands to help me suture.

Cuz I was just a young girl,
Skinless with my hair curled.

Turn it on, The light back on,
A skeletal moth, must be under
Say it again, how I begin
To crawl back out, out from under.

All I ever wanted
Was drunken light to close in
Feel tired from the warmth
And steady on the pavement

Cuz I can see it over
Over by the others

Turn it on, The light back on,
A skeletal moth, must be under
Say it again, how I begin
To crawl back out, out from under.
its not easy to pretend
and ill need it in the end

Turn it around, The visible sound
I'm hearing it now, come from under
Say it again, how I begin
To crawl out, out from under
cuz its brings me back to life
cuz you bring me back to life