Spider Songtext
von Beau

And so she weaves in perfect line
Silken spittle tracing out a net
So delicate and yet
In this perfection here, lies death


So she labours on and on
Wavering a second here and there
To make some small repair
As countless years have led her to

And so she will, continuing
Her life′s endeavours beauty bound to death
That she might take her breath
'Til nature takes the nets away

And so she will, continuing
Her life′s endeavours beauty bound to death
That she might take her breath
'Til nature takes the nets away