I swatted at a moth
and a chill came over me
it was simple on my part

but it left him spinning

There's nothing that you can do

your heart is free to be untrue
the line is blurry


I call my dreams dirty tricks
when I wake I feel sick
its unrequited reality


We are the preacher
we are the choir

nobody is getting any higher
we're on the same side


I swatted at a moth
I could have caught it in my hand


Every truth will turn into a tiny light
Look out moth, piano's falling from the sky