Blue fish angel
I wouldn't squander your gold
Star fell cable
I wouldn't loosen your hold.
I'm spinning webbing
To caress you as you fall.
And in each threading
Is a home for you to call.

You can rest there
Rest assured
It's silver air
There is no other word.

And the strings snap
But they are strong
They break
But it doesn't make them wrong.
I can leave you hanging there
And you can fall again
There is more webbing beneath you there
But you will find no sin.