The web you spin is falling from my eyes
your words are sliding through my head -
don’t try to fool me with your lies.

I listened to the poems that you read
I played a game and thought I’d won the prize
your words are sliding through my head.

Yesterday I thought that I was wise
tomorrow’s path is one I fear to tread
I played a game and thought I’d won the prize.

A subtle mask, a nebulous disguise
illusions linger when desire is fed
yesterday I thought that I was wise.

The ties you bind, so cleverly devise
to keep me waiting in an empty bed -
illusions linger when desire is fed

but now I hear the hopeful and the dead
the web you spin is falling from my eyes
to keep me waiting in an empty bed
don’t try to fool me with your lies.