You've been announcing your intentions Somewhat feebly, like a long forgotten plaything Once remembered, re-abandoned For any shiny new distraction And so what is the point of this If at a moment pivotal You make a move almost pitiful And let the whole thing fall And since you're clinging to your corner Like a spider, black against a wall much whiter It's not confusing, it's not surprising if we might miss your signals flying And so what is the point of this If at a moment pivotal You make a move almost pitiful And let the whole thing fall And I hold hope that we are Like a cocoon you outgrew And left behind, to take to the sky