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Moth

Midnight News

I listen to the midnight news
To take my mind away from you
They talk about what might have been
I fall asleep and have a dream

This, my lover, was a mother to my children
She discovered there’s another way to kill them

Somebody turn it down
I want to know I want to know
Nobody make a sound
I want to know I want to know
If this was something we would have to worry, worry, worry
If this was something we’d have to fear

I dream of what the voices said
While I was lying in my bed
Before I turned the broadcast on
To help forget that you are gone

This, my lover, was a mother to my children
She discovered there’s another way to kill them

Somebody turn it down
I want to know I want to know
Nobody make a sound
I want to know I want to know
If this was something we would have to worry, worry, worry
If this was something we’d have to fear

In my radio, radio, radio
There’s still time to spare
I’m not ready to go, ready to go
But you’re already there