Mama, I have nothin' but cobwebs and dust in the lock
Blood runs thick in the veins
But I live like a fish in the water again
She says soft to a fault
She believes the hardest things of all
True love never did exist at all
Ohh, she lives in a dark cloud of little hells
When she meant something to somebody else
But now it's dark and the cobwebs and rose petals
Defying her into the web to go back to the days of color
Into the web to go back to the days of color
