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