"Moths To A Flame (Demo)" lyrics
(from "John Cassavetes' Opening Night (Original West End Live Cast Recording)" soundtrack)
Underneath the fires of hell
Is a little heaven
Underneath the pit of despair
Is a little haven
Why else do we do this to ourselves?
Why take the chances?
Flying into darkness ahead
While the public glances
Why else would we look for a way
To manifest our demons
Begging for the critics to come
And grace us with opinions
It's so crazy that we do this to ourselves
Taking these chances
There must be something other than this
Heat and light
That then draws us into this game
Of moths to a flame
There must be something other than this
Heat and light
That then draws us into this game
Of moths to a flame
Is a little heaven
Underneath the pit of despair
Is a little haven
Why else do we do this to ourselves?
Why take the chances?
Flying into darkness ahead
While the public glances
Why else would we look for a way
To manifest our demons
Begging for the critics to come
And grace us with opinions
It's so crazy that we do this to ourselves
Taking these chances
There must be something other than this
Heat and light
That then draws us into this game
Of moths to a flame
There must be something other than this
Heat and light
That then draws us into this game
Of moths to a flame
