Vārdi: jethro tull. moths.

The leaded window opened

To move the dancing candle flame

And the first moths of summer

Suicidal came.

And a new breeze chattered

In its may-bud tenderness ---

Sending water-lillies sailing

As she turned to get undressed.

And the long night awakened

And we soared on powdered wings ---

Circling our tomorrows

In the wary month of spring.

Chasing shadows slipping

In a magic lantern slide ---

Creatures of the candle

On a night-light-ride.

Dipping and weaving --- flutter

Through the golden needles eye

In our haystack madness. butterfly-stroking

On a spring-tide high.

Lifes too long (as the lemming said)

As the candle burned and the moths were wed.

And well all burn together as the wick grows higher ---

Before the candles dead.

The leaded window opened

To move the dancing candle flame.

And the first moths of summer

Suicidal came

To join in the worship

Of the light that never dies

In a moments reflection

Of two moths spinning in her eyes