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