Same Side

I swatted at a moth
And a chill came over me
It was simple on my part
But it left him spinning

There's nothing that you can do
Your heart is free to be untrue
The line is blurry
I call my dreams dirty tricks
When I wake I feel sick
Its unrequited reality

We are the preacher
We are the choir
Nobody is getting any higher
We're on the same side

I swatted at a moth
I could have caught it in my hand
Every truth will turn into a tiny light
Look out moth, piano's falling from the sky