MARILLION - The Web lyrics
rate me(derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly/brian jellyman)<br><br>The rain auditions at my window<br>Its symphony echoes in my womb<br>My gaze scans the walls of this apartment<br>To rectify the confines of my tomb<br><br>I'm the cyclops in the tenement<br>I'm the soul without the cause<br>Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors<br>Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor<br>Stained by the wine from a shattered glass<br>Meaningless words<br>Yellowed by time<br>Faded photos exposing pain<br>Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind<br>Christ, you've finished playing hangman<br>You've cast the fateful dice<br>Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud will not suffice<br>And thus begins the web<br><br>Attempting to discard these clinging memories<br>I only serve to wallow in our past<br>I fabricate the weave with my excuses<br>Its strands I hope and pray shall last<br>Oh please do last<br>Oh please do last<br><br>The flytrap needs the insects<br>Ivy caresses the wall<br>Needles make love to the junkies<br>The sirens seduce with their call<br>Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me<br>Confused and rejected, despised and alone, I kiss isolation on it's fevered brow<br>Security clutching me<br>Obscurity threatening me<br>Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified<br>I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry<br>But even jesters cry<br><br>I realise I hold the key to freedom<br>Oh I cannot let my life be ruled by threads<br>The time has come to make decisions<br>The changes have to be made<br><br>I realise I hold the key to freedom<br>I cannot let my life be ruled by threads<br>The time has come to make decisions<br>The changes have to be made<br><br>Now I leave you<br>The past does have it's say<br>You're all but forgotten<br>A mote in my heart<br>Decisions have been made<br>They've been made<br><br>Decisions have been made<br>I've conquered my fears, all my fears<br>The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud<br>Thus ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web
