I saw the spider weaving
and to me she told a story
she said you know my web is delicate
each strand alive and sensitive
yet in it i can catch my prey
silk and soft it is my strength

I gazed upon on the spider's web
she showed me my fate instead
Grandmother weave for me
the person that i came to be
‘cause sometimes I still get dizzy
just standing on this earth
that keeps on spinning

with this web i've woven worlds
each rhyme and every word
go inside and you will find
that you can cast a spell like mine
follow the threads of feeling
follow the threads of feeling

I gazed upon on the spider's web
she showed me my fate instead
Grandmother weave for me
the person that i came to be
‘cause sometimes I still get dizzy
just standing on this earth
that keeps on spinning

I saw the spider weaving
and to me she told a story
she said there is strength in sensitivity
there is strength in sensing everything