Moth in the Porch Light

You manifest what I see in triumph the plunder taken after the violence Of our romantic and foolish notions/ I guess it figures the woman ruins The meager voice became a shout when I raised my eyes and figured out that I was standing on a porch with an eerie glow and voice so hoarse I saw you there with dusty wings your eyes were sideways and searching For a common path while your lies were stewing I guess it figures the woman ruins Moth in a Porchlight out in the woods There is no question you're up to no good Grasping for choice if only I could I could not know until I stood where I stood Joyful undertones brought us light on those mostly secret summer nights When I felt that I could have killed in a blinding passion that haunts me still And the following months you began a war with the alter ego that I fell for You really don't know what you're doing I guess it figures the woman ruins