Текст песни
Moths dance to the chandelier's glow
In the ballroom no one knows
Professor Pins his specimens
Behind the glass where beauty ends
Luna moths in silver frames
He whispers all their secret names
Midnight guests with velvet wings
To his lonely waltz they cling
One-two-three, around they go
In the lamplight's amber show
Dancing secrets high and low
At the moth collector's ball
Where the paper thin and small
Find their wings again tonight
In the artificial light
Dancing till the morning's call
Faded curtains, peeling gold
Hide the stories left untold
Butterfly nets hang like art
In the gallery of his heart
Does he dream of flying too?
When the moths dance, me and you
Pinned forever to the wall
But tonight we're free to fall
At the moth collector's ball
Where we're beautiful and small
Dust to dust and wing to wing
In the dance of everything
Till the collector's final call
When the candle finally dies"Do moths dream of butterflies?"