When the wind comes, the spider leaves his webnAnd waits in the groove of the window.nLast night the rain looked so thick in the streetlight I thought it might be snow.nThe reflection of the power lines and the spiderwebs in the house across the street.nWhat's going on with you every night?ni really want to know.nBut i get too tired to speaknnWhen you dance that waynoh no noh nonoh no nohnthat's my clavicle nyou say, i know, my mouth sure doesnnif you could standnone more night standnone more night standnone more night nstand one more night standnif you could standnone more night standnone more night standnone more nightnstand one more one night stand nnand I think it'll be betternit'll all be someday.nthe spider bites across your backnwill all go away.nand I'll stay.nand i will be clearer and not so pushed aroundnby every small mouthnthat makes a very small sad sound.nnI got sick, you saynbut i don't knowni don't remembernwhen you bite my earnyour breath's the loudest thing i ever hearnnif you could standnone more night standnone more night standnone more night nstand one more night standnif you could standnone more night standnone more night standnone more nightnstand one more one night stand nnand the good days are like presents we get to unwrapnwhen no one's around so we don't have to thank anyone.ni tried to speak loudernso you'd understandni want you to sleep herenand make this cold part of the bed warm againnthat's my web nyou say, the spider's day looks very boring nthat's my claviclennif you could standnone more night standnone more night standnone more night nstand one more night standnif you could standnone more night standnone more night standnone more nightnstand one more one night stand