Spinning down a spider web
Watching everybody ebb
Never knowing what they hold inside.
Ripping through the atmosphere
Burning everything that's near
Holding to a hope that died ten thousand days ago.
Spinning down a spider web
Watching everybody ebb
Never knowing what they hold inside.
Tumbling my heart down the stairs
Wondering if she really cares
Never really knowing where the next turn is.
Spinning down a spider web
Watching everybody ebb
Never realizing what they hold inside.
When I hit bottom bin
Where will I look to then
Nowhere down but no way up
Where then am I going to?
Does my path lead right to you
Or are you just a marking stone?
Where then am I going to?
Does my path lead right to you
Or are you just a passing dream?
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