Moths
George Holman
What where you doing in dreams
Collecting moths and lying with me
Well goodbye, butterfly
Because my eyes have opened from this sleep
Sleep
And maybe one day we'll all meet under a hill
And maybe they'll tell me I'm still their favourite
What where you doing in my dreams?
You were beautiful to me
And I seem to sing
I seem to sing
Goodbye, seaside
Loading screens and dark lights
And I know I seem alone
But really I'm a melody, remedy, therapy
Moths
Moths
It's dark in here
Where are the moths?
Because the butterflies are fighting
Where are the moths?
Because the butterflies are fighting
The space under the floor that flickers has a mortality reality
It's so dark the light can't come through the window