I had become a spider with wings.
My recollection,
Distorted with sound.
I heard the meadows screaming out loud.
Ooo my memory,
Ooo my fantasy.
What I recall,
Wasn't at all,
What it was like.
Because I was a spider from all I could see.
The smiles, the faces were looking at me.
But I didn't stop walking the block.
Sunlight in my eyes,
What a beauitful disguise.
What it was is my memory.
What it is was my fantasy.
What I recall,
Wasn't at all,
What it was like.
Because I had become a spider with wings.