(Alan Morse & John Boegehold)



Take a giant leap

Off the only ledge you know

Kiss the ground above your head

Surf the blue sky down below

Taste the air that's burning sweet

With all the words you can't take back

Eighteen orchids at your feet

So ride the one that leads the pack





You're a grifter off his game

In a town with many names

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES





Play it safe and sterile

Staying on the well-worn path

Praying that your ferile friends

Never find the strength to laugh

They lead you through the shadows

Where you live beyond your means

Not a whim is sanitized

When you give into your dreams

Or so it seems



Yes it really seems a shame

That your're gonna have to take the blame

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES





So you sift down all your thoughts

Like fine dust through a cloth

But there's no way out my friend

Cause the law of nature's one that you can't bend



You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES

You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES