Mothwing Bite Songtext
von The Slip

Cold fries on half a cigarette
I′m leaving

They double my potion
But those eyes
You might have to pretend you're not leaving

Until the song is done
Blue bow
As simple as the snow
Like confetti
How steady you bloom
But those girls
When 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 panes to say
It goes but it won′t go away
I said, "Oh my Lord
If you ever get back to Little Compton"

A cold light
A fire in the sky
In the shade
I′ve mistaken my own
There's no drugs
From Boston or LA
Now to get me
Home

You left a bite I′d never seen before
And it was shaped like a moth wing
And now I left a trail of blood from your window pane
And I'm drawn like a moth to a flame
I said, "Oh my Lord
If you ever get back to Little Compton"

Moth wing bite?
What is that?