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