Oh, patient spider, spin a web for me 
 What right do I have [bad word] your home? 
 What right do they have against me? 
 Oh, distant mother, what do you ask of me? 
 When you look at me, do I mirror youth? 
 Or do my plans [bad word] your sleep? 

 But I'm glad now the days are getting shorter 
 And that she doesn't bother me no more 
 I spent nights awake until the sunrise 
 And that doesn't bother me anymore 
 Not at all 
 Not at all 
 Not at all will these days blend into one another anymore 

 Oh, quiet moonlight, dim the streets for me 
 So when I walk at night, no one notices my practices of relief 
 Oh, patient spider, we can share my window sill 
 What right do I have [bad word] your home? 
 What right do I have to kill? 

 Glad now the days are getting shorter 
 And that she doesn't bother me no more 
 I spent nights awake until the sunrise 
 And that doesn't bother me anymore 
 Not at all 
 Not at all 
 Not at all will these days blend into one another anymore 

 Glad now the days are getting shorter 
 And that she doesn't bother me no more 
 I spent nights awake until the sunrise 
 And that doesn't bother me anymore 
 Not at all