So he dropped the webs of the spider of heaven down through the clouds,
all the way into the pool of blood at the bottom of hell
far above in heaven a bird flys through the terrible cloud of unknowing
trust can make a man into a wood, trust can make a man green
an everything that longs to be
broken and small enough to see
to be held in his hands
to be a part and yet alone
here he is, reaching for...the speed of light
here he is, reaching for...the sound of forgiveness
now wounding 'round the waterfront she listens for a voice
a sign of mother god, a sign of god the lad
i long to enter you with gentleness and compassion
but sorrow is always an open door
i know many days go by and i forget to look up at the stars
i forget there are stars, i forget there is the rest
thin threads of light follow you around
through the pale blue, down your skin
down your skin