The medication is subsiding So once again I recreate The sheer monstrous hell Of being consumed by something else But the telephone just isn't working And I wonder what's behind the door Oh I feel a surge in the water And the birds are all silent now Yesterday the world was safe But now I fear for everything under the sun I fear for everything under the sun Through seven bitter months of winter This little spider weaves his web Then in a flicker of an instance He's dead, hanging from a single thread And the weatherman seems to be lying Now I feel that the rain's on it's way Oh I feel a surge in the water And the birds are all silent now Yesterday the world was safe But now I fear for everything under the sun I fear for everything under the sun