Prince Rama - Mothlight lyrics

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