Moth — The Veronicas

Out of the pan into the fire Out of her hands into a liar

It would be better

If everyone gave what they wanted And they said what they won't

It would be better It would be better

Hate on the left of me Pain on the right side Theyre taking the best of me Wait for the right time But stay out of the sun Stay out of the sun

You fell from her hands into your sight Felt everything And wished you went blind It will be better It will be better

Out of the way Out of the way Out of the way

Hate on the left of me Pain on the right side Theyre taking the best of me Wait for the right time

But stay out of the sun Stay out of the sun Stay out of the sun

Theres a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home

Is it true a moth dies flying to the light

Stay out of the way Out of the way Into the calm and stay Out ouf the Out of the way Out of the way Out of the way

It will be better into the womb On the heels of her letter Into the womb If we forget Into the womb