like moths to flame I come, too close and all my oaths are burned
as stars begin to run, all my accusers take their turn
and calling curses down, from my lips lies like poison spill
and then that awful sound, the sound of prophecy fulfilled
and then I met your eyes, and I remember everything
and something in me dies, the night that I betrayed my king
The night turns as I try to explain
Irresistible attraction and orbital plane
"or maybe it’s more like a moth to a flame? "
She brushes my face with her smile
"forget about stars for a while..."
As she melts...
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