Serafina Steer The Moths Are Real
I cried to Venus in the evening sky
She replied plainly to me
"Your love must feel like a prison"
Without friends or clout or bribery
How does anyone survive?
Feels like a moth to the light
To the light of love
And there's never light
There's never light
There's never light enough
We're moths to the light
To the light
To the light of love
And then Venus spoke once more
"Hmm," she said because she wasn't sure
How our heartbeats, you can't eat or sleep or really talk people
Your fingers keep playing along old songs all night long
Feels like a moth to the light
To the light of love
There's never light
There's never light
There's never light enough
You're a moth to the light
To the light
To the light of love
I'm thinking about you, I'm thinking about this and I'm walking home
A broken streetlamp is flickering
The man to fix it, at this hour, climbs the scaffolding
His hands near to burning
With a filament inside, he sings
"Feels like a moth to the light of love
There's never light enough enough"