I swatted at a moth And a chill came over me It was simple on my part But it left him spinning There's nothing that you can do Your heart is free to be untrue The line is blurry I call my dreams dirty tricks When I wake I feel sick Its unrequited reality We are the preacher We are the choir Nobody is getting any higher We're on the same side I swatted at a moth I could have caught it in my hand Every truth will turn into a tiny light Look out moth, piano's falling from the sky