Track Insight / Lyrics
You hang where morning starts to glow
In Araneus, soft and fine
A silver web catches the sun below
And every thread is drawn by time
You wait in roots where damp earth breathes slow
While dewdrops tremble, line by line
The boxwood leans to greet the light
Your trembling threads hold morning dew
A fleeting world, so delicate and bright
Spun tight around the branches too
You keep the garden underneath
In patient circles, coming through
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And when the first bright beam arrives
The spiderweb becomes a choir
Each tiny drop reflects the sky
A quiet field of liquid fires
Hold the morning, hold the dew
You make a heaven from the ground
Every silver thread shines through
A fleeting kingdom, tightly found
Hold the morning, hold the dew
Where the patient garden grows
You hang in light, and I see you
A world unfolding as it goes
The rosemary is waking near
The ivy coils around the stone
You catch the hush without a fear
A little kingdom, all your own
The loam beneath is soft and deep
Where every hidden root is known
The hydrangea bends beneath
The petals tremble as you sway
A quiet craft with gentle breath
You stitch the night into the day
The spiders work by moon and sun
And patience keeps their plans in play
The sedum holds the warming stone
The yew stands still beside the wall
You are the smallest crown alone
A fragile net that catches all
The morning comes with careful feet
And sparkles through your looping thrall
Soon the dew will slip away
Soon the web will lose its gleam
But in the soil, beneath the clay
Every root remembers dream
You spin the hours into the light
You hold the dark till morning beams
Hold the morning, hold the dew
You make a heaven from the ground
Every silver thread shines through
A fleeting kingdom, tightly found
Hold the morning, hold the dew
Where the patient garden grows
You hang in light, and I see you
A world unfolding as it goes
Hold the morning, hold the dew
Let every shining thread ring true
The boxwood, rose, and cedar climb
Into this small, elastic room
Hold the morning, hold the dew
The garden lifts its quiet hue
You hang in light, and I sing too
A world unfolding, me and you
The dew slips down, the web remains
A patient web in morning light
The garden keeps its gentle chains
And roots are shaping through the night
