Moth

She could, a moth to a flame
Walk around the new deck
It all looks the same
As when we lived here
In some other age
Now that I am older
I have another name

Me a moth wanting good
Not this fame, nothing fake
Me a moth craving food
Not the same, what you make

Me a moth wanting good
Not this fame, nothing fake
Me a moth craving food
Not the same, what you make

Goodbye lucky
Secret age, secret place
Goodbye Fakey
Someone's face, another taste

Goodbye lucky
Secret age, secret place
Goodbye Fakey
Someone's face, another taste

Goodbye lucky
Secret age, secret place
Goodbye Fakey
Someone's face, another taste