For a perfect spider
you turn your head
hanging low down
from a street light shining dead
And I long for tomorrow
I can't find a way
To find myself
I spread my wings
and I crashed down hart
cause even though my heart feels like flying
still gravity plays its card
And I long for tomorrow
I can't find a way
To find myself
The mourning slips to tragedy
still I wouldn't mind to disagree
constraint myself I even cannot try