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