You knew in five minutes But I knew in a sentence Your eyes are flutterin' Such pretty wings. So why do we go through all of this again? A moth, flyin' into the Same old flame again It never ends It's not like I dropped the bomb,

I can't stay away It's getting higher and higher With the fire we make It's getting hotter and hotter Like a moth to a flame From the fire we make Like the night to the day