Mothlight Lyrics - Prince Rama

You could counjure up a garden 

of brightly coloured words 

they shimmer and sparkle with cadence 

they grow in the cracks in the pavement 

but all you can see is victorian manners 

vermillion eyelids white knuckles clasping 

a book with no pages 

will you ever know the raptures infernal? 

your breath is eternal, 

but blows only though you 

your eyes are all white 

an antelope summons you 

come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight 

come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight come,come,come in come in to the mothlight