Cobwebs
There's a place where the creatures play
I'm going there at the end of the day
Who knows what I'll find,
in the cobwebs of my mind.
There's a face in the photograph
in the attic beside the mask
Closer to the tide
in the cobwebs of my mind.
From the watch house to the marshes
far away the signs to how we make
and she'll show me the way
We'll stick together through the thick and thin,
let's go out that's where I begin
now I'm lost inside
in the cobwebs of my mind.
There's a place where the music plays,
I'll meet her there at the end of the day
Who knows what she'll find
in the cobwebs of my mind.
When she moves her beauty falls
in the garden the masters call
She knows where I hide
in the cobwebs of my mind.
She reads my eyes, she reads my eyes
