My soul is like a moth, flitting around closer and closer to the flame until it's dead.
My heart is like a flame, always flickering until a gust puts it out.
My mind is like the gust, coming and going, but never staying in the one place I need it.
But my being, it shall never leave, never flicker, never die as long as your with me.
My soul is like a moth, flitting around closer and closer to the flame until it's dead.
My heart is like a flame, always flickering until a gust puts it out.
My mind is like the gust, coming and going, but never staying in the one place I need it.
But my being, it shall never leave, never flicker, never die as long as your with me.