Drops and magic hands, a careful lie
to revenging point, it leaves me tongue tied
she's all magnetic storm, matter over mind
a promise kept, to bless and curse the skies
a spider webs' spinning here..

she uses every trick and sleight of hand
patterns play just like a paper doll dance
Went out the back door and down a garden path
when morning comes, we walk the tightrope again

together in space, together in time
we're all dressed up, serening while alive
I hear possible worlds is where we might find
a promise kept, and days departing light
a spider's web across the skyline

she uses every trick and sleight of hand
patterns play out like a paper doll dance
Went out the back door and down a garden path
when the morning comes, we walk, we walk the tightrope again

ohhhh
ohhh

reasons and answers may never be clear
but i thank every accident for leading you here
though I can't for the life of me figure out where I went wrong.. x3