Shadows flicker, disturbed by a force The clouds fall down, and get sucked in A sea of tears, with stars close by Clad in irons, I crawl over the depths
Searching and searching I can`t find it... Sharpening and shapening It won`t disappear... In the presence of the sky that won`t clear up, I feast
Grasping the vanishing spider`s thread Choosing the person to follow If the arguement is settled Cutting, falling Everyone tries to hold onto a spider`s thread Spining it`s web and dropping without regret We then become aware Of the screams over there.
The color vashishes just like the words And there is no shape, but oh yes, it will return
Being called out, being called out It doesn`t turn... Walking, walking I can`t give chase... And with a chest full of sadness, I feast
See if you can see the spider`s thread I can no longer see the person I choose Brought up in high laced boots It`s strong isn`t it, a delicate spider thread I want this definite power And live the way I feel