I might be strong but I am all threads
And I hold myself together with a web
And you pick the strands apart
Everyone unravels just a bit in the dark
A gossamer ruse...
Recoil from the colours you unmask
Fool to meddle with the scaffold of the heart
I play dead when I feel under threat
When awake, I'm my own marionette
I may be fragile, fighting through
But they say silk is bulletproof
I may be frightened facing you
Still I spin out sideways from the truth
A gossamer ruse...
I swing between the flower and the thorn
Hang resplendent with the diamonds of the morn
Then I wait to trap you in delight
Sudden does dawn's wander sicken down into night
A gossamer ruse...
And sudden do my colours re-appear
And you cry out as I'm crawling ever near
Time's too late to allow old regrets
I devoured those that I loved the best
I may be fragile, fighting through
But they say silk is bulletproof
I may be frightened facing you
Still I spin out sideways from the truth