Walking, writhing, reaching forward Moths dig deep into the ground And covering all up with dirt The caterpillars curl Becoming themselves where they can't be found Dream of other places And the lifetimes you could know While you sink into the shadows Of the night Dream of other places Dusk into the dawn You’re waiting and waiting and waiting for more And the moths fly off in a flurry With their wings spread out into the night And they can't quite remember what they were before All they know is that they want for more Changes deep inside me stirring Set it off, set it off, set it off, set it off, set it And the moths travel through moonlight Oh, Moon, that old celestial friend Don't be tortured by that flame That flickering earthly thing Moths you must go forward towards the sky