paroles de chanson Moth - Pyrophoria

Know we could make it
You're bashful
You grin with the innocence a temptress feigns
Spouting out outrageous eyefuls
Of an open garden gate

I know we could make it
Your dress falls down your spine
And hits the floor
I close the door
She shudders, long lost lover
I can't take it anymore

I know we could make it
You and I go together like salt and wounds
Like a moth and the moon

You were the fall that came for me too soon