Little moth, don’t stay the night
An elusive glow is pulling your strings
Veil your darkness from the light
Silly moth, don’t burn your wings

I watch you fly to your doom
As you beat against the lamp in rage
Your wings, as pale as the moon
Your futile fight – a coming of age

Goodbye little moth, waltz into the wind!
Goodbye little moth, waltz into the sky!

At last, you fall, small heap of ashes
While the lamp burns on, serene
The sparks, a symbol of your clashes
Of blood and tears shed in between

You put the lamp on a pedestal
Thought it could take away your pain
I would say you were a fool
So much to lose and nothing to gain