Lyrics:

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze

Spiders are filling out tax returns

Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies

On a private beach in Michigan



Why can't they wish their kisses good

Why do they miss when their kisses should

Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys

On a private beach in Michigan



This recent rash of kidsmoke

All these telescopic poems

It's good to be alone



Why can't they say what they want

Why can't they just say what they mean

Come clean, listen and talk

Hello private callers, IDs blocked



The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars

The future has a valley and a shortcut around

Who will wear the crown of drowning award

Hold a private light on a Michigan shore



You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke

From a microscopic home

It's good to be alone



I'll be in my bed

You can be the stone

That raises from the dead

And carries us all home



There's no blood on my hands

I just do as I am told