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 it I'm a moth
(He's that kind of man, mama)
I should know better than to
Take your love letters to heart

When the game's already lost
Before it starts

But hope hides inside the 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 moth
(he's that kind of 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 moth
(he's that kind of 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
I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame (Ooh a moth to the flame)
I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame (To the flame)
I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame (Moth to the flame)
I can't help it I'm a moth (Mmmm a moth)
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