Spinning words like spiders' threads
The droplets in my spiders' web
Cold covers in a frigid bed
No one to breath the words I write
Inside my spiders head

Wayward people, lost and found
But all I do is spin around
My feet, they dream of sturdy ground
Because there's sad inside
The silence and the lack of sound

Cause I'm adrift from sandy shores
Accidentally unmoored
Because my left-most churning oar
Is broken and I'm left upon
A misty, mad, and lonely tour