When I know how to weave
I'll be a pretty spider
I'll catch them in my web
Those six legged memories
With their hideous coloured wings
And their ugly rusted stings
They're more deadly than my poison
They'll return to the past they come from
These times I'd rather forget
It wasn't me, t'was someone else
I'll catch them all in my web
They'll make a good diner
They'll burn in the morning light
Drowned away, washed away in a new delight
This time I'll try to forget
Those tearful times I've come to regret
I'll catch them all in my web
And I'll make them suffer
They'll be wrapped in strings of light
Blown away, swept away in a whirl of fright