Late at night the garden hums
There's a moth inside the light
Feel the shiver on your tongue
Distant, misty stars are bright
Late at night the garden hums
Distant, misty stars are bright
I can't fight it, I can't fight it, no
And look up at the ceiling beam
All those words will wash out clean
Can you feel your hands grow numb?
Hear the ants run underfoot
I cannot breathe, I cannot breathe
Suck yourself up to the glass
Can you feel the warmth at last?
I can't fight it, I can't fight it, no
And look up at the ceiling beam
All those words will wash out clean