Strange

Doesn't it seem strange Searching for a hidden page The fairy's cage Coming of true age Leave the costume on the stage The silkworm's rage Iridescent thread, beautiful and dead Billions of worms were boiled to make the bed Strange, see the luna moth cry Lime green tears through the fruit bat's eyes Scatter and destroy Every power you enjoy To lay with the void Twirling of the dime, splitting of the mind Drawing constellations 'til the stars align Strange, see the luna moth cry (Cry) Lime green tears through the fruit bat's eyes (Eyes) You have wings of gold You will never grow old And turquoise lungs You have never been young You have wings of gold You will never grow old And turquoise lungs You have never been young