Take, Take, Take

To the man who wrote about the void he filled with her,
like a moth to the light he watches her.

She is everything you want. You take away from her.

You just take and take and take, and I'll be there for you.

The goodnight's gone girl. The boy is on his way.
And the new day's so blue. The moth is burned out after all.

She is everything you want. She'll be there for you.

You just take and take and take, and I'll be there for you.