Moth Killing
Even in the dead of night
I suspect tomorrow morning will have pale light
For the sake of sanity
I'm moving toward a recognition of androgyny
Even when I'm rummaging through the kitchen
I'm entranced by the same strange vision
I'm entranced by the same strange vision
It's not love, no
It just an aesthetic
It's not love
That got me feeling so pathetic
It's not love, no
No, it's not love
Between a flame and the moth it's killing
Even if I live like a dandelion in a concrete crack
Offer me a drop, baby
You know I'll come right back
Even when I bear the daybreak
I'll still brace myself for more phase changes
Still brace myself for phase changes
Not love
No, it's too sudden and subtle
It's not love
I got nothing but trouble
It's not love, no
No, it's not love
Between a flame and the moth
I wish all my
(I wish all my)
(I wish all my)
It's not love, no
It's just an aesthetic
It's not love
That got me feeling so poetic
It's not love, no
No, it's not love
Between a flame and the moth it's
I wish all my
(Between a flame and a moth)
It's too sullen and subtle
(Between a flame and a moth)
I wish all my biting
Little troubles would softly, softly, softly settle
(Between a flame and a moth)
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly, softly settle
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly settle, I
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly settle, I
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly settle
I suspect tomorrow morning will have pale light
For the sake of sanity
I'm moving toward a recognition of androgyny
Even when I'm rummaging through the kitchen
I'm entranced by the same strange vision
I'm entranced by the same strange vision
It's not love, no
It just an aesthetic
It's not love
That got me feeling so pathetic
It's not love, no
No, it's not love
Between a flame and the moth it's killing
Even if I live like a dandelion in a concrete crack
Offer me a drop, baby
You know I'll come right back
Even when I bear the daybreak
I'll still brace myself for more phase changes
Still brace myself for phase changes
Not love
No, it's too sudden and subtle
It's not love
I got nothing but trouble
It's not love, no
No, it's not love
Between a flame and the moth
I wish all my
(I wish all my)
(I wish all my)
It's not love, no
It's just an aesthetic
It's not love
That got me feeling so poetic
It's not love, no
No, it's not love
Between a flame and the moth it's
I wish all my
(Between a flame and a moth)
It's too sullen and subtle
(Between a flame and a moth)
I wish all my biting
Little troubles would softly, softly, softly settle
(Between a flame and a moth)
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly, softly settle
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly settle, I
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly settle, I
I wish all my biting little troubles would softly settle
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Link
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