Moths

Walking, writhing, reaching forward
Moths dig deep into the ground
And covering all up with dirt
The caterpillars curl
Becoming themselves where they can't be found

Dream of other places
And the lifetimes you could know
While you sink into the shadows
Of the night
Dream of other places
Dusk into the dawn
You’re waiting and waiting and waiting for more

And the moths fly off in a flurry
With their wings spread out into the night
And they can't quite remember what they were before
All they know is that they want for more

Changes deep inside me stirring
Set it off, set it off, set it off, set it off, set it

And the moths travel through moonlight
Oh, Moon, that old celestial friend
Don't be tortured by that flame
That flickering earthly thing
Moths you must go forward towards the sky