pieces of moth on my hands
distracted and intruded upon
as they attempt to dance
with my lamp
my ceiling and windows
"ivory lines lead" is sung to me
you would all think me crazy
to see me reading
distracted and intruded upon
as i dance attempting to catch
these moths on my lamp
my bed sheets and my dresser
"ivory lines lead" is sung to me with this dirt on my hands
pieces of moth on my hands
mean something and nothing at all
they are simply intruders
distracting my thoughts
my singing and my lies
"ivory lines lead" is sung to me with this dirt on my hands
"ivory lines lead" and i'm guilty as charged
