I get stuck (I GET STUCK)
Dancing the dance of moth
Smiling politely
As we push through glass
Hey
You
Over
There
Come
Sit
Tell me
What
Is it?
I GET STUCK
I get stuck (I GET STUCK)
Dancing the dance of the moth (THE DANCE OF THE MOTH)
Smiling politely
As we push through glass
Yeah. I get stuck. Oh yeah. Dancing the dance of the moth.
Smiling politely
As we punch through glass
What is the dance of moth? You've all heard the saying of the moth and the flame. The dance of the moth is the deadly violent tango the moth does with the flame - drawing close enough to touch, then fluttering away, wounded, because of the heat. It does this over and over again until it's dead. Very like to trying to push or punch through glass. You may get through to whatever's behind it, but in your violent tango your hand gets shredded to pieces. Whatever's on the other side of the glass may be important, but it generally loses its importance once you're wounded, just as the flame loses its beauty once the moth is burned. These are also analogies for relationships with people. The message is clear - don't continue trying to force something when all you get is hurt by it.
But like the songwriter, we get stuck in the same violent tango over and over again, smiling our way through all the pain even as we ignore the thought that maybe we should stop.
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I GET STUCK
I get stuck (I GET STUCK) Dancing the dance of moth Smiling politely As we push through glass
Hey You Over There Come Sit Tell me What Is it?
I GET STUCK
I get stuck (I GET STUCK) Dancing the dance of the moth (THE DANCE OF THE MOTH) Smiling politely As we push through glass
Yeah. I get stuck. Oh yeah. Dancing the dance of the moth.
Smiling politely As we punch through glass
What is the dance of moth? You've all heard the saying of the moth and the flame. The dance of the moth is the deadly violent tango the moth does with the flame - drawing close enough to touch, then fluttering away, wounded, because of the heat. It does this over and over again until it's dead. Very like to trying to push or punch through glass. You may get through to whatever's behind it, but in your violent tango your hand gets shredded to pieces. Whatever's on the other side of the glass may be important, but it generally loses its importance once you're wounded, just as the flame loses its beauty once the moth is burned. These are also analogies for relationships with people. The message is clear - don't continue trying to force something when all you get is hurt by it.
But like the songwriter, we get stuck in the same violent tango over and over again, smiling our way through all the pain even as we ignore the thought that maybe we should stop.