Pilot to Moth Songtext
von Ryan Power

Watch the sycophant bamboozle you out
Of your wits by the gift of gab
Steal all your strongest hands
Just like skipping stones, swiping down your phone
Darling, don′t floss your teeth while you speak to me
I can't help but feel sorry
Blame the caregiver don′t blame me

Smelly sleeper, chronic disconnector
Spending more time searching for things to buy
Than wondering why we like
The sweet sound of men losing their mind
Listen to them carve the pumpkin
The tomb of the seeds wide open

This is the first holiday I can see the lives before you
Form a line right in front of me
Is this all poppycock?
Shine the light on my flameproof moth


Lost in search of the happy end
Archetypal bad boyfriend
Dance in limbo now let the fun begin

Cyclothymic, hypomanic
Kiss the sun and cozy up with the Titanic
I can feel the
Tides are shifting
Unearth all the sunken treasure
Thank you for the gift of giving
It's our pleasure

Life is good now living downtown
Death is better now heading uptown to say goodbye
To the clown, the one who can't be kind
Listen to them carve the pumpkin
The tomb of the seeds wide open

This is the first holiday I can see the lives before you
Form a line right in front of me
Is this all poppycock? Pilot please climb down to me


Cyclothymic, hypomanic
Kiss the sun and cozy up with the Titanic
I can feel the
Tides are shifting
Unearth all the sunken treasure
Thank you for the gift of giving
It′s our pleasure