Track Insight / Lyrics
Golden hues upon the tin roof laid
A moth with wings of palest milk-white shade
Resting still, unafraid, unbowed
Outside the desert motel, Santa Fe cold
Chains of singing insects hitting high
Night air thick, a pulpy, syrupy sky
The moth's wings beat in a languid sigh
Content to bask in this star-dazzled eye
Oh desert moth, queen of neon nights
Your dance attracts the firelight, the spins and fights
Naturally enticed, drawn to the glow
A sight to see, as you flutter slow
Motorcycles rumble by, the wind they bear
Fragile beauty, so delicate, without care
A highway's hum, then silence again
Whispers drift, secrets shared 'neath the neon din
Ghosts of lovers, lonely souls apart
Their heartbeats merge with this desert art
Under streetlamps warm, surrendering to fate
Moth and motel, a timeless, tender mate
Oh desert moth, queen of neon nights
Your dance attracts the firelight, the spins and fights
Naturally enticed, drawn to the glow
A sight to see, as you flutter slow
Timeless lover, forever in repose
No dawn breaks bright enough to close
Your trance of twilight, neon reverie
In desert motel shadow, where you preen and shine
Midnight blooms of desert flowers entice
Their scent on wings, a heady paradise
Drawn to lights that beckon, moth to flame
In ephemeral dance, these seconds to reclaim
Oh desert moth, queen of neon nights
Your dance attracts the firelight, the spins and fights
Naturally enticed, drawn to the glow
A sight to see, as you flutter slow
Moon ascends, the night's first blush deepens red
Neon hues cast long shadows, ghosts overhead
The moth takes flight, a vision in the air
Vanishing in the dawn's pale, dying lair
Sun's rise chases darkness, the night grows old
As desert motel fades into the cold
The moth's wings vanish, its performance ends
A fleeting beauty, in this desert's trend
Oh desert moth, queen of neon nights
Your dance attracts the firelight, the spins and fights
Naturally enticed, drawn to the glow
A sight to see, as you flutter slow
Pausing only to gaze on distant lights
The moth soars on, a silhouette in flight
Into the dawn's first blush, where secrets seep
And echoes dance upon the desert deep
