She's crying in the wallpaper made of skin All the pictures look afflicted by The whore of the room they're in The drapes they are all drawn And all the furniture is gone Not willing to leave this behind She knows that she must keep on trying So she does All the while you look on With a smile at her song That you think you know what it's all about Moths at the flame You will never love Anything like she does But you think you know what it's all about She's crying in all those places that you've been Like the tank that was her heart so full You'd sooner sink than swim Longing inspired by what transpired in telephone wires Hang from claws of love Like bats above And only fuel her fire ever higher All the while you look on With a smile at her song That you think you know what it's all about Moths at the flame You never love anything Like she does But you think you know what it's all about All the tinsel in the vineyard She has tangled in her innards You've outspun her, nimble spider See the future there in side her Incy new insinuations Dirty ivory divinations Flay your fame and cast your spell Now she is but a wishing well All the while you look on With a smile at her song That you think you know what it's all about Moths at the flame You will never love anything Like she does But you think you know But you think you know But you think you know what it's all about