A spider lives inside my headWho weaves a strange and wondrous webOf silken threads and silver stringsTo catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thought and bits of smilesAnd specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and clingFor years and years and years .
A spider lives inside my headWho weaves a strange and wondrous webOf silken threads and silver stringsTo catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thought and bits of smilesAnd specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and clingFor years and years and years .