I'm spinning a web Leaving the tree Fleeing the bed In an attempt to see
It's too late child Bed's been sold The room's for rent My body's cold You're on your way out On your way out Sailing off to see Who you really are
So fair Love
My child Show them who you are Make them understand But some day come back to me Hold your head up high Show those pearly whites I'm waiting patiently For you to come back to me