Now if i could disclose secrets heaven only knows
if i'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose
so i rest on the fact that i love you
i suppose
and i hang like the colors on a blind man's clothes
how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on my mind
i'm the pale moon rising i'm the ghost in flight
that steals through the spaces of your inward night
i'm the moth that's resting on your windowsill
with a lust for light and an iron will
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