Same Side - The Casket Girls

I swatted at a moth

And a chill came over me

It was simple on my part

But it left him spinning

There’s nothing that you can do

Your heart is free to be untrue

The line is blurry

I call my dreams dirty tricks

When I wake I feel sick

Its unrequited reality

We are the preacher

We are the choir

Nobody is getting any higher

We’re on the same side

I swatted at a moth

I could have caught it in my hand

Every truth will turn into a tiny light

Look out moth, piano’s falling from the sky