I feel safe in this cocoon,
but I am cold under this brights, shinning moon.
The warm, soft silk that protects,
the coldness of the moon that the silk rejects.
I wrap a warm blanket of silk.
I feel safe in this cocoon,
but I am cold under this brights, shinning moon.
The warm, soft silk that protects,
the coldness of the moon that the silk rejects.
I wrap a warm blanket of silk.