Spider Webs

you speak of being tangled up almost nightly
and i'm trapped in this spider web
the dew drops will keep me company
but they'll be dried up and gone with the morning

in a cocoon you weaved me
in a dream i was sleeping
its not easy for us to do

without grace or subtlety
just to reamin cuffed to the rungs of a doorway in a vacant house in the woods
to await the inevitable fate
that soon she'll be taking me

you crept slow to keep me in sight without being noticed
but its not easy for you

in a cocoon you weaved me
in a dream i was sleeping
its not easy for us to do
and how, i mean it wouldn't change a thing, if i knew
its not easy for us to do