White Stag - Mothouse

In the moth-house, I am alone
The world outside won't be known
As bright as it may seem, it's all dark inside
As white as these wings may be
These walls are the only known
In the moth-house, I am alone

No

Butterfly, with your glass wings
Don't cry
You're meant to go far
Is it in your head
Your eyes? Your smile
Or your fragile heart
Come with me, butterfly with glass wings
And shake the silence in your head
(You will fly, and in time you will find you have learned to fly)
The sound of breaking
Is it my mind, or your freedom
Is it my fragile bones, or your fragile heart

Crushed wings powder dust
(Crushed wings powder dust upon my fingertips
Inside I have become what I do fear the most)
Upon my fingertips

Written by:
Allen Finger, Damon Timmons, Eric Sublett, Richi Worboys

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