You would be happy every time if you could tear from my hopes.
If you could possess my rosy lips with your white feathers.
I sing as I turn from you now, knowing I will pay in ways that
will make me wish I had died.

A spider makes a journey to pick out his flowers before the city
gates partake what he sees.  There, his life-blood wanders into
where his fame lives, yet leaves him only kissing the air.  What
does his rage have to do with me?

I remember a looking-glass I brooded in once.  I could see a
giant living bravely in sorrow, while the sounds of the world
kept their vigil. In came the spider whispering, “Have no fear”
while he plucked the petals from the giant’s flowers.

You would be happy every time if you could tear from my dreams.
If you could possess my soul with your velvety shadows.
Spider my friend, your journey’s come to an end…….the city gates
are closed and you are kissing the air.