Another moth disintegrates Hovering in the beam Of a searchlight That's looking for a trace Of a plane Whose pilot, it's a shame Has gone insane You can see the silhouette Across the moon He hung himself mid-flight In the bathroom Why is it so high? Why is it so much?
Another moth disintegrates Hovering in the beam Of a searchlight That's looking for a trace Of a plane Whose pilot, it's a shame Has gone insane You can see the silhouette Across the moon He hung himself mid-flight In the bathroom Why is it so high? Why is it so much?
