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

All our lives, we'll wait for someone
Someone to pick us up and carry us away...

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

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

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...

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

You came into my life like the African dust
sudden and to be noticed, and in you I learned to...

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