Augie March

The Moth Ball

Augie March


How sweet it is to be loved by you 
And taking your medicine 
And feeling individual 
And audio-visual 
You see I'm hearing everything you see 
And seeing everything you hear 

To every idea a shelf 
To my wings a great heap of dust 
They were only ever buds anyway 
Only ever gonna get in the way 
To my screen a new project 
A new model fear 

I'm going to the Moth ball 
And speeding like a pinstripe 
Never has it felt so right 
See I'm rolling like an eight ball 
And never has it felt so right 
I'm going to the Moth ball 
and on the music goes 

I feel like Thomas Edison 
A thousand lights going off in my head 

How sweet it is to be an apple in the eye 
I'm coming in worm-wise 
And feeding on your greatest fear 
Masquerading as a new love 
When by turn we all turn and turn in 
And a worm begets a butterfly 

Live your life in just one day 
Live your life smooth 

I'm going to the moth ball 
I'm speeding like a pinstripe 
Never has it felt so right 
See I'm rolling like an eight ball 
And never has it felt so right 
I'm going to the Moth ball 
And on the music goes 

I feel like the Persian Gulf 
A thousand lights going off in my head