Moth To The Flame - Chairlift

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a, a

　　He's that kinda man, mama

　　I should know better than

　　to take your love letters to heart

　　When the game's already lost before it starts

　　Hope hides inside a cliche

　　Like a nod of understanding

　　From the power who first felt this way

　　How can I turn away?

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a, a

　　He's that kinda man, mama

　　But every little pull at the end of the golden rope

　　Fills my foolish heart with foolish hope

　　That maybe you might feel the same

　　As if feeling the same was the name of the game

　　The name of the game

　　I shouldn't be playing

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a, a

　　He's that kinda man, mama

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　I shouldn't be playing

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

　　I can't help it I'm a, a

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　Close enough, close enough

　　Close enough to you, I can't get

　　He's that kinda man, mama