I'm a bright, white egg and I incubate
In a warm, yellow light in the winter
And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning
And no one will be awake to see it happen

There is no history, there's no expectation
Just warm, yellow light on my skin
And I'm blessed by my mother, though I'll never know her
And I'll never be lonesome again

I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater
I wearily quarry into
And my mother she stands where the characters dance
From the light at the height of the room

And every night I repeat the phrases
Just to see if she predicts the changes
And I'd die for a word if it's all she'd afford
But she closes up knowing it

Where I am is right at the beginning of it
All I know, I was born with
Where she is, she is fixed in a prison so fast, she is frozen
The air she breathes is a slow wind

I'm a tired arachnid, spinning loose in my threads
Building lifetimes of gossamer beds
And the filigree water drops around my head
They absorb every word that I said
There are no wings hitched to my spine
Just an undying urge to climb
And I'll wait for my mother, supposing she'd bother
To hold me and keep me a while
To hold me and keep me a while