My arms are full of spiders
My head is full of webs
but I still can't really understand
any of those things you said.

i am great, you know its true
I saw the words inside of you.
You want to hold me, well, you can
You want to hold me, you have a man.

But I still can't really understand
all those things you do.
You flirt and dance with my thoughts
You are great, I know its true.

I'm dead on the outside,
but please don't give up hope.
Cut off all of the sagging limbs
Hold me up with sticks and rope.

Bring me back with those summer days
the ones with sun and light
Make me out like the one you thought
was supposed to make things right.

Because after every summer
must come the cold
and like every other song I've sung
this one's getting old.

And you're tired of the same,
I see it in your eyes.
Bring your summer to my tundra
and let the seasons collide.