Song

The Moth

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Lyricist: Aimee Mann     Composer: Aimee Mann



The Moth

The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he's in the game.
And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll
Beat his wings 'til he burns them black
No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame.
No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame.

The Moth don't care if The Flame is real,
'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real.
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real.

So come on, let's go, ready or not
'Cause there's a Flame I know,
Hotter than hot
And with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
Away...

The Moth don't care if The Flame burns low,
'Cause Moth believes in an afterglow.
And Flames are never,
Doused completely,
All you really need is a love of
Heat.
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame burns low.
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame burns low.

So come on, let's go, ready or not
'Cause there's a Flame I know,
Hotter than hot.
And with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
Away...
(Thank you so much)