So he dropped the webs of the spider of heaven down through the clouds,
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All the way into the pool of blood at the bottom of hell
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Far above in heaven a bird flys through the terrible cloud of unknowing
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Trust can make a man into a wood, trust can make a man green
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An everything that longs to Be
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Broken and small enough to see
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To be held in his hands
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To be a part and yet alone
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Here he is, reaching for...the speed of light
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Here he is, reaching for...the sound of forgiveness
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Now wounding 'round the waterfront she listens for a voice
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A sign of Mother God, a sign of God the lad
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I long to enter you with gentleness and compassion
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But sorrow is always an open door
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I know many days go by and I forget to look up at the stars
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I forget there are stars, I forget there is the rest
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Thin threads of light follow you around
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Through the pale blue, down your skin
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Down your skin
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Cloud Of Unknowing
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Rickie Lee Jones |