You manifest what I see in triumph
The plunder taken after the violence
Of our romantic and foolish notions
I guess it figures the woman ruins

The meager voice became a shout
When I raised my eyes and figured out that
I was standing on a porch with
An eerie glow and voice so hoarse
I saw you there with dusty wings
Your eyes were sideways and searching
For a common path while your lies were stewing
I guess it figures the woman ruins

Moth in a porchlight out in the woods
There is no question you're up to no good
Grasping for choice if only I could
I could not know until I stood where I stood

Joyful undertones brought us light
On those mostly secret summer nights
When I felt that I could have killed
In a blinding passion that haunts me still
And the following months you began a war
With the alter ego that I fell for
You really don't know what you're doing
I guess it figures the woman ruins

Moth in a porchlight out in the woods
There is no question you're up to no good
Grasping for choice if only I could
I could not know until I stood where I stood