Cradle of Creation Lyrics

I travelled 'cross this land to find my way back home again

It wasn't very far

I slept without a sound and all the wheels turned 'round and 'round

And in my darkest hour

I cry like a god in the cradle of creation

Where the spider spins it's kind of like seeing the dark side of the sun

In the war of tradition we're all confederates

Belonging only, losing cruelly to discover my enemy was you

If I could write it down in words

It wouldn't kill the sounds I heard or put my mind at ease

But time has a way of passing you by, and I'll admit I never try

To make it all worthwhile

So cry like a god in the cradle of creation

Where the spider spins it's kind of like seeing the dark side of the sun

In the war of tradition we're all confederates

Belonging only, losing cruelly to discover my enemy was you