The Moth

I need a way to forget, I need to outrun myself.
But this is your way, you raise your glass and talk to loud.
Bury your sticks and stones, I rather be blind than to see you around.
This is my way…

Listen this is necessary, just breathe and enjoy the silence.
This holy soothing moment, once you where the one to lead the way.

So this is where the reason bends, this is where it all began, it troubles my soul…
Stumbling through this narrow way, so eager to save your name.
Probably you are too far gone.

I need a way to forget I’ll embrace the oblivion, this is my way…
I saw your glass fall to the ground, now you don’t talk so loud.
You shouldn’t wave your stones around, you shouldn’t wave your stones.
Are you sure you want to come my way, now you don’t walk so proud.
Show us what you’ve gained here.
It’s time we wave goodbye!

I saw your glass fall to the ground.
Now you don’t talk so loud.
You shouldn’t wave your stones around.
You’re too far gone!

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