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