The lights are dimming thoughts come out blurred
Candles flicker, and the moths come out all stirred
A fresh group of narrators, dreaming up new words
Making sense of nonsense and put it in verse
Lights grow brighter, a soothing veneer
The dust has settled, and words became clear
This lesson is the hardest part of all of this
Learning to dance in the wake of silence
I'll be better when I'm older or at least I'll try
Fixing any bridge I burned...before its time
The lights are dimming thoughts come out blurred
Candles flicker, and the moths come out all stirred
This lesson is the hardest part of all of this
Learning to dance in the wake of silence
This lesson is the hardest part of all of this
Learning to dance in the wake of silence
This lesson is the hardest part of all of this
Learning to dance in the wake of silence
And the moths come out all stirred
And the moths come out all stirred