Strange

Doesn't it seem strange

Searching for a hidden page

The fairy's cage

Coming of true age

Leave the costume on the stage

The silkworm's rage

Iridescent thread

Beautiful and dead

Billions of worms were boiled

To make the bed

Strange

See the luna moth cry

Lime green tears

Through the fruit bat's eyes

Scatter and destroy

Every power you enjoy

To lay with the void

Twirling of the dime

Splitting of the mind

Drawing constellations

Till the stars align

Strange

See the luna moth cry

Lime green tears

Through the fruit bat's eyes

(You have wings of gold

You will never grow old

And turquoise lungs

You have never been young)