Warm tears rolling down my blushed cheeks
My fists hurt and my knuckles are bleeding...

A winters call from far away
will call to her to hear her say...

"And you must know, as I kiss your sleeping...
A lonely tear and a sad good-bye...

Running down the railway track
holding onto a great big sack...

The cobweb shimmers in the evening sun
as the sky turns darker and the sun sets...

She was in a picture frame
so beautiful against the moon...

Like a spider weaving its net you draw me in
listening to my words, watching my every move...