Slow Moth

Lightning strikes twice on the third of the month 'Blessed be to christ'...that's what she told me anyway 'Level out' was whispered, my head sank through the floor Desperate are the blankets breathing through your spores I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am gold I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am gold That's what she told me anyway Try to hum my soul through grit and dirt and filth The frost will eat us all It's colder than it was yesterday Meet me in our hole Your heart tastes beautiful Distracted by your light Distracted by your light I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am gold I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am gold I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am gold I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am gold I am dust and I am gold Trap me in a glass I am dust and I am old I am dust and I am gold