Lyrics:

Cold fries
I'm half a cigarette
From believing
They doubled my potion
With those eyes
You might have to pretend
You're not even
'Til the song is blown

Your blue bow
As simple as the snow
Like confetti
How steady you bloom
But those girls
And trouble makes you feel
Like it's okay

You left a bite
I'd never seen before
And it was shaped
Like a moth wing
And I don't have to paint
The devil on the wall, babe
That's to say
It grows
But it won't go away
I said, boom
My lord
If you ever get back
To Little Compton

A bolide
A fire in the sky
A machete
I've mistaken my own
There's no drugs
In Boston or L.A
That'll get me
Home

You left a bite
I'd never seen before
And it was shaped
Like a moth wing
And now I've left a trail of blood
From your window pane
I'm drawn
Like a moth to a flame
I said, boom
My lord
If you ever get back
To Little Compton

(Mothwing's Bite)
(What is that?)