Searching on the wire
for a wire,
for a peace of mind,
like the spiders in the corners
that are never there,
to the one,
to the magic sun.
you're not that bright now,
but you will be someday soon,
and you will fall in love with the moonlight.
So come on,
come on and say so,
come on,
come on and say so.
If god was on the radio
i think he'd say to thee,
love is spiders on the edge,
and we're hanging by a thread,
connected to the other end of this
twisted frequency i've spun,
but i don't care,
i'd be happy
if you'd share
your web with me.
So come on,
come on and say so,
come on,
come on and say so.