You'll be the smoke in my mouth, I'll suck you in, I'll push you out,
and then you'll dis-ap-pear and turn in-to some-thing else.
You're just a lit-tle moth drawn to my or-gan bur-ning hot,
get too close, your lit-tle bo-dy's go-nna mul-ti-ply.
You were the flood that hit this ci-ty, and you car-ried me a-way.
You gave me a con-stant wi-thin your flow be-fore you dried up and left me emp-ty.
And You are ca-mou-flage, but you can't hi-de much.
Is this a wolf or is this my fin-ger-nails chan-ging shape?
They're here then gone like birds while I'm stuck on the ground.
I'm sit-ting lone-some on a beach wat-ching love fly south.
It's a book that I've read o-ver and o-ver a-gain
tem-per-ature drop in the back builds the bit-ter end.
You were the flood that hit this ci-ty, and you car-ried me a-way.
You gave me a con-stant wi-thin your flow be-fore you dried up and left me emp-ty.
And You are ca-mou-flage, but you can't hi-de much.
Is this a wolf or is this my fin-ger-nails chan-ging shape?
We fell from the sky, we came through the clouds. We hit the ground.
This is the pro-duct of the cy-cles that com-pose my life.
You were the flood that hit this ci-ty, and you car-ried me a-way.
You gave me a con-stant wi-thin your flow be-fore you dried up and left me emp-ty.
But You are ca-mou-flage, but you can't hi-de much.
Is this a wolf or is this my fin-ger-nails chan-ging sh-e-a-e-ape?
