You manifest what I see in triumph The plunder taken after the violence Of our romantic and foolish notions I guess it figures the woman ruins
The meager voice became a shout When I raised my eyes and figured out that I was standing on a porch with An eerie glow and voice so hoarse I saw you there with dusty wings Your eyes were sideways and searching For a common path while your lies were stewing I guess it figures the woman ruins
Moth in a porchlight out in the woods There is no question you're up to no good Grasping for choice if only I could I could not know until I stood where I stood
Joyful undertones brought us light On those mostly secret summer nights When I felt that I could have killed In a blinding passion that haunts me still And the following months you began a war With the alter ego that I fell for You really don't know what you're doing I guess it figures the woman ruins
Moth in a porchlight out in the woods There is no question you're up to no good Grasping for choice if only I could I could not know until I stood where I stood