Spinning, spinning, spinning
by Alyson Leoffler
Weaving, weaving, weaving
The pattern we've designed will soon be hanging by a thread.
Build, build, build
Only to be torn apart by...
Human nature? Or something that we seem to call...
Mistrust, I should say.
I've given myself to our work and you're blowing me away.
The web that we've created holds nothing for us but disaster.