I am gossamer

you are so quixotic

you drop my crystal heart again,

but then you glue it back together.



You are so quixotic

our love is forlorn, broken

but then you glue it back together;

I'll give you another chance.



Our love is forlon, broken

you bring thunder to halcyon weather;

I'll give you another chance,

unable to see the thread from which i'm hanging.



You bring thunder to halcyon weather

I can't escape this storm

unable to see the thread from which i'm hanging;

I am gossamer.