Lyrics:
Montana fresh air filling up these lungs
Sweet as the sugarcane, burning hot
You're a flame and I'm a gypsy moth
You filled this guitar with music
Calmed
The Gypsy Moth is a mighty high flyer, sailing on a midland sea
You are the object of my desire, the sun and the moon to me
I believe in love and you
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never
There's an old Gypsy Moth
Made of glue and cloth
That lands in a horse filled field
An unusual event for those palomino gents
Who just stared
Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The river rolls in the night
Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down
She quivers in the wind and the light
Now somewhere between the plastic dog and the flaps of the kitchen screen door
Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
It was
pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until
Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah
bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music
bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music
bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music
My mother was born as a gypsy moth
My father was born as a man
My sister was born as a tiger shark
And I was born as a lamb
My mother waited for
Carry your own cross, you can't rely on faith
When you believe you're saved by grace, invoke the gypsy moth
I'm cut from different cloth
I turned my eyes
got
When I thought of the Honeybees
To warn me about the gypsy moth
Remembering all the happy bumblebees
Through which came stinging
The butterflies
reminders of the trails blazed
The wayward Vulcan howls and it sings
Like a gypsy moth held aloft on steel wings
And the fiery rage that XH-558 would bring
Oh I wake up in an empty room
2:15 in the afternoon
Tangled sheets are my cocoon
But I'm no butterfly
Oh maybe I'm a gypsy moth
A wandering soul in
on a table cloth
In the patterns and the colors, hiding like a gypsy moth
Some days we get dealt bad cards, life feels like - a junk yard
Walking around in
I adore thee Mother Mary
But would you change me back to a witch
And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm
Give the gypsy moths a realm
Rollin' through my mind
Like a carnival
Cotton candy
The queen of the fair
The moon burned through your fabric
Like a gypsy moth
You dance
I adore thee, Mother Mary
But would you change me back to a witch
And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm?
Give the gypsy moths a realm
Just like gypsy moths and firebugs
Circle around a shining bulb
The blind man dreams of drifting away
Into the darkness of outer space
And when he walks
until they bled through my nose
Ooh
Garbled grunts as a bear fishes the floodplain soul
And those spotted snails and gypsy moths washing over
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did, I
All the way from Memphis, babe
In search of something new
You tell me now
That Memphis, girl
Don't hold a thing for you
Hypnotized by gypsy lies
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