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