Grace Moore - Moth To A Flame

Hey guys, check out my new song 'Moth To A Flame'! Here I am bopping about near the Thames to it. Thank you to my friend Lily Ward for filming, edited by moi. Hope you enjoy! Follow Grace Moore on Social Media: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/gr4ce_moore/ TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@gr4ce_moore Grace Moore is a singer-songwriter from Wigan. Blending soul, indie, folk, and pop, her smooth yet raspy vocals and sharply observed lyrics make her a distinctive storyteller, writing songs that cut straight to the heart. Now based in London, she has built a presence on the city’s live circuit, including a sold-out headline show at The Waiting Room and support slots with Tones and I at The Garage. Her debut EP 3am in LA introduced her as an emerging artist, with standout singles 3 Minute Calls and The Neighbour’s House. Her upcoming EP Light In A Jar was written after her return to the UK from Los Angeles, documenting a process of deconstructing and rebuilding faith, values, and identity as a queer Christian. Singles including Satellite and Best Of Me are already receiving BBC Introducing and Amazing Radio airplay, as well as spots on Spotify’s New Pop UK playlist. While the songs hold a polished, pop surface, something more unsettled runs underneath. Lyrics I’ve become accustomed to the haze Picking up thoughts of you like my phone throughout the day Promise that I won’t forget your face Digging my heels into the feeling that you gave Oh it pulls me away Like a moth to a flame Darling I crave you Got your sticky hands on my brain Maybe I’m just pressing on a bruise Torturing myself every time I look at you I should set my sights on something new Dangerous combination of a crush and nothing to do Oh it pulls me away Like a moth to a flame Darling I crave you Got your sticky hands on my brain Somebody pass me that tall glass of water I don’t like where my mind goes starting to spiral You’ve gotten in my hair Somebody hold me back before I stalk her When you post it like it’s viral, American idol Feels like you’re everywhere Oh it pulls me away Like a moth to a flame Darling I crave you Got your sticky hands on my brain And it drives me insane Tryna capture your gaze Digging my own grave Why’d you say you don’t feel the same? (P) & (C) 2026 Grace Moore Written by: Grace Moore Produced by: SOAP Mix: Nat Graham Master: Edsel Holden