Текст песни Pink Spider (Live At Yokohama On Nov. 18, 1998) - hide

You spun a web of lies
Thinking this small world was everything
Hurting anything that came close
You thought the sky was square

"This is everything... after all, it's just like this, right?"
You said, even that's a lie

Your ornate pattern seemed lonely
So a paradise bird spoke to you strangely:

"Get the wings of a butterfly, and come this way
Over beyond, everything's the way you've dreamed"

Pink Spider, "I want to go!"
Pink Spider, "I want wings..."

Not listening to the pleas from a trapped butterfly,
You glare at the sky
"I didn't hurt you because I hate you
I just don't have wings
And because the sky is just too high"

"You should use my wings, Spider
Even you, who doesn't understand the pain of continuous flight
Will someday come to realise
That you were only flying in someone else's hands
And that you called it freedom, too"

Unable to fly right with gifted wings,
You crash down, headlong

Pink Spider, "It's no good"
Pink Spider, "Even though I can see the sky..."
Pink Spider, "This is a mistake"
Pink Spider, "I want wings..."

Beyond the barely visible sky
The birds head to the south
"I'll fly one more time,
Ripping away this web
With my own jet
When that cloud passes by"

Pink Spider, The sky is calling for you
Pink Spider, Pink Spider

A pink cloud* flows through the sky