When the falling corpse

Extinguishes the flame,

The Moth or the Candle,

Which is to blame?

 

And who is to blame

When both have been used,

When each trusting heart

Is mangled and bruised?

 

It cannot be helped.

Each Siren must sing.

The needle points North

And Hope must take wing.

 

Those made of iron

May skirt round the fact,

But you can't live and love

And keep balance intact.

 

When the falling corpse

Extinguishes the flame,

The moth and the candle,

Neither's to blame.