 
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?