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


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


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

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Ten Crept In song meanings
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