Like A Moth To The Flame

you cannot be saved, you will not be saved

you’ll die insane, and bear the change.

and for every kiss your lips have ever gave

to a loaded gun

will take you back when

others have flung

you -

and I can see that you’re leaving with

the worst of intentions and

screaming the name you swore not the mention.

and again and again

we cry while we lie

to take on the fight with the cut of a knife;

and you hear, oh you hear oh,

that I’m not fading away.

won’t you hear my voice and know I’m here to stay?

and when the ending is near, don’t just take it and say

‘well, that’s just another moth thrown to the flame,’ no

we won’t be dead for long,

so until we get home,

wait by the door and sing us this song

because we hear, oh we hear oh

that you’re fading away

and being the moth that was thrown to the flame.