Moths Lyrics

Moths, like shooting-stars in the headlights
Drawn by the unknown
Dead in the blink of an eye
Small rice-paper corpses on my windshield
Animated by the unfeeling air
Wings of parchment and bone

We dance in the fire
Sparks take to the sky
We’re drawn to the flame
Like we’re anxious to die
All fears are erased
Only heat still remains
The warnings are null
While blood boils in our veins
We can’t see where we’re going
We callously dive
Who cares if we perish
If we weren’t even alive
Recklessly throwing ourselves to the altar we’ve made

The joshua trees onlook as I’m driving
Through Mojave alone
Judging the company I keep
The only source of bright illumination
Beckons with a ‘devil may care’
And ‘morals aren’t set in stone’

Nights in the desert are cold
Hold on to the light

We dance in the fire...