Texty: Editors. An End Has a Start. Spiders.

There're spiders in your room
But there always will be
There's people to be fooled
And there always has been

Hold out your hand, hold out your hand
Or we'll carry you
Hold out your hand, hold out your hand
Come back to me, come back to me

With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better unknown

Every little piece
Pulls in its own direction
Please love, don't be scared
It's just your own reflection

Hold out your hand, hold out your hand
Or we'll carry you
Hold out your hand, hold out your hand
Come back to me, come back to me

With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better unknown

With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better unknown

With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better unknown