And there's this moth outside my kitchen door She's bonkers for that bare bulb Flying round in circles Bashing in her exoskull And out in the woods she

And there's this moth outside my kitchen door She's bonkers for that bare bulb Flying round in circles Bashing in her exoskull And out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon But get her around a light bulb and she's doomed She is trying to evolve She's just trying to evolve Gunnin for high score in the land of dreams Morbid bluish-white consumers ogling luminous screens On the trail of forgetting Cruising without a care The jet set won't abide by that pesky jet lag And our lives boil down to an hour or two When someone pulls a camera out of a bag And i am trying to evolve Trying to evolve