There is a chance, that i won't repeat the lessons that i've learnt Instead i'll...
The piercing radiant moon, The storming of poor June, All the life running through her...
Spiders in the night Creeping round the walls Now you'll feel him Crawling over you...
Searching on the wire for a wire, for a peace of mind, like the spiders...
Well, stop.. look, and listen There are ants that are gathered here With my hands...