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 old
I am dust and I am gold
Trap me in a glass
I am dust and I am old

That's what she told me anyway
Try to hum my soul
Through grit and earth and filth
The frost will eat us all
Its 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 old
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
Trap me in a glass
I am dust and I am old
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
Trap me in a glass
I am dust and I am old
I am dust and I am gold