Hanging by a string, I had become a spider with wings. My recollection, Distorted with sound. I heard the meadows screaming out loud. Ooo my memory, Ooo my fantasy. What I recall, Wasn't at all, The way that it was. Because I was a spider from all I could see. The smiles, the faces were looking at me. But I didn't stop walking the block. Sunlight in my eyes, What a beauitful disguise. What it was is my memory. What it is was my fantasy. What I recall, Wasn't at all, The way that it was. Because I had become a spider with wings