You are like a moth to my flame, baby. Even when you try to fly away, you always come back, singed but still drawn. I told you, there's no escaping me. Just like there's no escaping what we are, what you mean to me.
You are like a moth to my flame, baby. Even when you try to fly away, you always come back, singed but still drawn. I told you, there's no escaping me. Just like there's no escaping what we are, what you mean to me.