oh, was it luck or misfortune
that brought you to this place
shadows they swing from your wingtips
pushing the air through space
you're cutting me right in
you're cutting me right in
She never danced with me anyway
is this so wrong? it's been so long...
oh, you and i aren't so different
i think i could die by her tongue
and you, drawn to the fire
and aren't we so forgetful?
why are you there on the ceiling,
pushing the air through space?
white moth you stole the show
white moth you're all i know
this feels like it's home
white moth you're all i know
white moth you stole the show
white moth you're all i know
white moth you stole the show More from The Depreciation Guild