There’s a city, draped in net

Fisherman net

And in the half light, in the half light

It looks like every tower

Is covered in webs

Moving and glistening and rocking

It’s babies in rhythm

As the spider of time is climbing

Over the ruins

There were hundreds of people living here

Sails at the windows

And the planes came crashing down

And many a pilot drowned

And the speed boats flying above

Put your hand over the side of the boat

What do you feel?

My mother and her little brown jug

It held her milk

And now it holds our memories

I can hear her singing

“Little brown jug don’t I love thee”

“Little brown jug don’t I love thee”

Ho ho ho, hee hee hee

I hear her laughing

She is standing in the kitchen

As we come in the back door

See it fall

See it fall

Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug

And the pieces will lay there a while

In a house draped in net

In a room filled with coral

Sails at the window

Forests of masts

Put your hand over the side of the boat

Put your hand over the side of the boat

What do you feel?