Well I left my friends no I did not say a word.
Left them like mist hanging, on the cool morning air.
I pulled my hat down so I wouldn't be seen
I moved through the town like a shadow in a dream
Someone said they saw me
put the sentries on alert
But I left the sound of dogs behind
no sign upon the earth /tracks in the dirt
I travelled out beyond
Down through the badlands
Looking for the treasure
I was holding in my hands
Spun myself a web of gold boiled in a silver spoon
Someone stole my voice put a frosting on the moon
The devil will tempt you
He comes with a smile
Spread his hand across the landscape
You know what yours is mine
Now I roam the forest
Just the animals for friends
But when the food runs out
You know how the story ends
I spun myself a thread of gold turned into a spiders web
I spun myself a thread of gold candy floss inside my head
I spun myself a web of gold boiled in a silver spoon
but someone stole my voice
while I was howling at the moon.
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