There's a Spider in the Saint And her web is a whisper And you'll only hear her in a certain light There's your shadow in the paint, baby And it's years since I've seen you today and I mean to, but it's alright Am I alone in what I want and wish? Running out of boys to kiss and trees to climb Running out of things to hide behind? Am I afraid, or is it laziness? Running out of things to blame and doodle on? Running out of going, gone? There's a hollow in my heart And no matter how I fill it Every grain seems to spill into the pit of me But there's got to be a way Cause I watched you grow up big and strong Watched you, at least, to carry on Do you remember all the stars we saw? Running with the water just to watch it fall Running form a drunken hand to jaw Can you keep holding me as I appeared Holding me as one you love so true and dear? Holding me those thousand years There's my daughter in your name And I know that the day she's born She'll draw from your fingertips her frame and form So I'll let that spider be In the hopes that she'll see her too, and tell me so That I remember you