Oh patient spider, spin a web for me What right do I have to ruin your home What right do they have against me Oh distant mother, what do you ask of me When you look at me do I mirror your youth Or do my plans corrupt your sleep Glad now the days are getting shorter And that she doesn't bother me no more I spend nights awake until the sunrise And that doesn't bother me anymore, not at all Not at all will these days blend into one another anymore Oh quiet moonlight, dim the streets for me So when I walk at night no one notices My practices of relief Oh patient spider, we can share my windowsill What right do I have to ruin your home What right do I have to kill