i’m going on a date tonight to try to fall out of love with you i know, I know this is a crime but I don’t know what else to do
my love, you’re in a magazine my love, you’re doing fine, you’re on TV you pull my heart out and then you run away from Chicago to Cleveland you leave me pain you leave me pain
when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my mother to hear you sing when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my mother
on the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone" i laughed at the irony but life is stupid, the irony all lost on me it got lost on me
when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my mother to hear you sing when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my mother
you challenged me to write a love song here it is, I think I got it wrong i focused on the negative the pain was too much to write and sing oh, it was not a nice incentive
when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my other to hear you sing when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my other to hear you sing
when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my mother to hear you sing when you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing i would trade my mother
but she don’t know just how far I’d go would I walk for a hundred miles for an instant northern smile?
today again there is a single spider with an appetite or two
who is trying to thread together with his web eight green leaves
for the lovely girl who found the
web shining in the early dew
she said it is so pretty
as she smiled with ease
what a complicated girl this spider has fallen for
for in that very same new web is where he catches his prey
for example lovely flying creatures that soar
he captures his victims like that lovely girl this way
hoping that lovely girl won’t get caught
carelessly flying by
into the Net’s threaded thin lines upon
which the early morning dew has dried
i’m a hungry spider
you’re a beautiful butterfly
if because it’s not meant to be
and this passion I must throw
i’ll devour only all the love which
in my web comes by
and I’ll swear to let that
beautiful girl go
today again there is a single spider
with a hungry appetite
who is trying to thread together with
his web eight blue leaves
and then that night upon the web
while the moon was shining so bright
the spider sound a shadow writing to be free
what a complicated prey it is that caught upon the snare
beautiful wings are scattering stardust-like powder
the spider cloaks himself in darkness
so as not to frighten her
not thanking the night for uniting them
he runs to her
before the spider could say to the girl
"i’m coming to help you be free"
over again in her shuddering voice
he could hear her shouting
"please help me"
i’m a hungry spider
you’re a beautiful butterfly
if because it’s not meant to be
then this passion i will throw
and if i devour only all which in my trap comes by
maybe that beautiful girl will not get hurt
if it is that her escaping form
as she silently tries to free from him
is that beautiful,then should he die
now and let the beauty live on forever more
i’m a hungry spider
you’re a beautiful butterfly
if because it’s not meant to be
then rather than throw this passion away
i will feed on all the love caught within my little web
and i let the Beautiful Butterfly girl go
ps.昨天 jordish 在噗浪上放這首歌，說了這版本好聽，才想起這張塵封已久的專輯，也趁機整理了我亂七八糟擺放的CD…想下次回新店時要把CD架全搬過來…
