The Moth Pulls The String
Your eyes they, graze mine
Like you accidentally glanced at the bones in your closet
Your eyes they, graze mine
Like you stole 100 from an old man's pocket
But look at me once more
I'm the light source the moth in your chest flies towards
Look at me once more
While the devil on your shoulder swats the moth on the string
That wraps a knot around your heart's core
Your lips got shocked by mine
A finger on a metal door in air too dry
The salt from your tears corrodes my thumb
While your face tries to grow numb to mine
But look at me once more
You don't just dissolve in the sets of flesh you're running towards
And which words do I spell out?
Probably nothing objective, just an object of shame
Once you become someone else
When the moth pulls the string it terrifies the
Butterflies behind your navel while the angel
Cries and gets cradled in the arms of the devil
Who slams the gavel down
When the moth pulls the string it terrifies the
Butterflies behind your navel while the angel
Cries and gets cradled in the arms of the devil
Who slams the gavel down
The knot that the moth tied just tightens while your life runs on
It only loosens when you sit and hold it in your palms
So look at me once more
Like you accidentally glanced at the bones in your closet
Your eyes they, graze mine
Like you stole 100 from an old man's pocket
But look at me once more
I'm the light source the moth in your chest flies towards
Look at me once more
While the devil on your shoulder swats the moth on the string
That wraps a knot around your heart's core
Your lips got shocked by mine
A finger on a metal door in air too dry
The salt from your tears corrodes my thumb
While your face tries to grow numb to mine
But look at me once more
You don't just dissolve in the sets of flesh you're running towards
And which words do I spell out?
Probably nothing objective, just an object of shame
Once you become someone else
When the moth pulls the string it terrifies the
Butterflies behind your navel while the angel
Cries and gets cradled in the arms of the devil
Who slams the gavel down
When the moth pulls the string it terrifies the
Butterflies behind your navel while the angel
Cries and gets cradled in the arms of the devil
Who slams the gavel down
The knot that the moth tied just tightens while your life runs on
It only loosens when you sit and hold it in your palms
So look at me once more
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Writer(s): Yael Hayem
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