Honey, I wanna attack your flesh with glad abandon,
I wanna look for your fruits, I wanna put my hands on them,
Wanna pump up the thermostat beneath your skin,
I wanna uncover your swimming hole and dive right in.

I'm a moth when I fly...when I fly...fly to my doom,
You wrap me up in your love,
Love cocoon, yeah,
Love cocoon, yeah.

There's an explosion of grace dripping in my bed,
Is it somewhere else' Is it in my head'
Is it meek and tender' Is it rough and ready'
Is it fragile and delicate' Is it rock hard steady'

I'm a moth when I fly...when I fly...fly to my doom,
You wrap me up in your love,
Love cocoon, yeah.

Well, the world keeps on banging, and they come and go,
It's a part of their scenery, a part of their show,
But I got this wedding band wrapped around my finger,
Honey, I'll be your poet, your gun-slinger.

I'm a moth when I fly...when I fly...fly to my doom,
You wrap me up in your love,
Love cocoon,
Love cocoon, yeah

Some call it freedom, some call a shackle,
Honey, let's get together and build a tabernacle, yes,
Holy flesh, holy mirth,
Take what's coming, enjoy every inch worth.

I'm a moth when I fly...when I fly...fly to my doom,
You wrap me up in your love,
You wrap me up in your love,
Wrap me up in your love,
Love cocoon, yeah,
Love cocoon, yeah,
Little love...little love cocoon, yeah,
Love cocoon.