Gossamer Lyrics

Swaying on the edge of the Earth

The spider's spun her web

Across panes of sullen glass

An ashen face torments this place

Where the body's laid to rest

Where the angels strike us down

Birthing a new life

So, so slow

So fleeting

Still, in the pace of the wake

This life, a series of deaths and tragic ends

Her sallow face torments the place

Where her warmth once left a trace

Then the angels took her hand

Returning her to Earth

So, so slow

So fleeting, now

Some come and go too swiftly

For all the writing hands

And games we trade amidst the plains here

For all the pause and play within the maze

We trade at will here

In memoriam, she reaps fields strewn in gossamer

In immortal halls her pain will cease to be

To be

Swaying on the edge of the Earth

The spider's spun her web

In corners unconcerned

An ashen face torments the place

Where the body's laid to rest

Where the angels guide her down

And give her peace again

And finally full breaths