Beau - Spider lyrics

And so she weaves in perfect line, Silken spittle tracing out a net So delicate and yet In this perfection Here lies d**h. And 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 d**h, That she might take her breath 'Til nature takes The net away.