Kumo, kumo, in the sky.
     The talk of love, I deny.

Kumo, kumo, in the sky.
     Dreams be rooted or they die.

Kumo, kumo, in the sky.
     Elation, comes, after the sigh.

Kumo, dear, your house is vast.
     My floor is filled with endless tasks.

To love, and dream, and prance, and play;
     Yours is the place for this fray.

To work, and plod, and plan, and save;
     Mine is the ox 'till the grave.

Gaia, friend, your house is tough.
     Kumo's loft is nothin' but fluff.