The Moths Come Out All Stirred

The lights are dimming thoughts come out blurred Candles flicker, and the moths come out all stirred A fresh group of narrators, dreaming up new words Making sense of nonsense and put it in verse Lights grow brighter, a soothing veneer The dust has settled, and words became clear This lesson is the hardest part of all of this Learning to dance in the wake of silence I'll be better when I'm older or at least I'll try Fixing any bridge I burned...before its time The lights are dimming thoughts come out blurred Candles flicker, and the moths come out all stirred This lesson is the hardest part of all of this Learning to dance in the wake of silence This lesson is the hardest part of all of this Learning to dance in the wake of silence This lesson is the hardest part of all of this Learning to dance in the wake of silence And the moths come out all stirred And the moths come out all stirred