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