I don't know where to begin Can't make heads or tails Of the tale we spin We all got caught in the spiders web All tangled up in mysterious threads So we built this ship of songs But it abruptly just sunk (Singing) At the end of the storm We were swept ashore Bruised, battered, tattered and worn By the cardboard cliffs we found a cave Ten crept in, no one came out And the rest were quite depressed We sobbed and then we slept (Dreaming) You were a song from the top of the mountain I was the echo that reverberates from the canyon They were not born, they were not born, they were created