The Web

THE WEB

I guess it's all up to me

A knock at my door, a ring on my phone
Who was it for, or, was it for me alone?
I turned around, she held me tight
She said calm down, clown, you'll never fight me tonight.

Hand in hand
Into the promised land
Must take care
This could be sinking sand

She leaned over me, her lips were glistening red
Instead of keeping her, she kept me instead
Stuck inside her web, wrapped in her cocoon
She gives me what I need can't see me getting away too soon

Hand in hand
Into the promised land
Must take care
This could be sinking sand

When she comes close she whispers in my ear
She knows all those little things the things that I want to hear
Can't move my arms, can't shake my head
I'll give up everything to stay lying here in her bed

Hand in hand
(am I sinking in sand)
Into the promised land
(how can I leave?)
Must take care
(when she tells me that)
This could be sinking sand
(I'm her man)

Is this heaven or purgat'ry? Will she ever set me free?
Is free what I want to be? I guess it's all up to me.
Why do I want her so badly?
I guess it's all up to me.



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Noel Barnett, Alan Sagin
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