Dear, lie still along my old web

Cursed by your dust filled head

Dear, lie still along my old webCursed by your dust filled head

Water spills down o′er

The glass left always full

There's a dew under the bed

Where sweat and dreams hath tread

Your feet would touch the floor

Drift around like boards

Hang you like a lullabye

Dear, lie still along my old web

Cursed by your dust filled head

Dear, lie still along my old web

Cursed by your dust filled head

Little voices left to rot and plot

The clenching of your teeth might help you sleep

But will not lift you

Always wished you′d walk

Through and o'er the salt

Hangs you like a lullabye

Dear, lie still along my old web

Cursed by your dust filled head

Dear, lie still along my old web

Cursed by your dust filled head