The Spider from Olea by Amanda Winterhalter

The Spider

Something’s moving fast and close
I gotta know, I gotta know
It won’t help to lock your doors
We all feel alone, we all feel alone

I feel it coming
There’s a reason for my fear
The spider knows I’m lonesome
It’s not safe in here

He just wants your face to hold
I told him no, I told him no
I’ll ask the questions and take it slow
Don’t lose control, don’t lose control

I feel it coming
There’s a reason for my fear
The spider knows I’m lonesome
It’s not safe in here

I followed my father
How did I end up here
I tried my hardest
To hunt down my fears

When the lights go out
Where’s the spider now
What’s this blood on my mouth
Who’s the spider now

• Folk
• alt-americana
• alt-folk
• blues
• dark rock
• folk rock
• grit rock
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Seattle