Moths

What where you doing in dreams Collecting moths and lying with me Well goodbye, butterfly Because my eyes have opened from this sleep Sleep And maybe one day we'll all meet under a hill And maybe they'll tell me I'm still their favourite What where you doing in my dreams? You were beautiful to me And I seem to sing I seem to sing Goodbye, seaside Loading screens and dark lights And I know I seem alone But really I'm a melody, remedy, therapy Moths Moths It's dark in here Where are the moths? Because the butterflies are fighting Where are the moths? Because the butterflies are fighting The space under the floor that flickers has a mortality reality It's so dark the light can't come through the window