You tell me when the moon's this full
Sometimes the moths are fooled
And they try to fly to it
I say, "The simple answer isn't always true
Occam's razor can be cruel"
And I tell you what I'm gonna do,
soon as I get my wings
I'm gonna fly
You tell me it's the darkest time of winter here
But we're closer to the sun than we've been in years
And I could chew on these impossibilities
Or I could shake this fear
Then I could fly
These days we're living on the meanest edge
And if we fly too far, the air it thins
But I'll be a girl of faith, not of science
Until the day I die
Then I'm gonna fly
