Orb Weaver

I'm running out of steam again Underneath the orb weaver I'm willing to go again A feeling that might go deeper It's very, very dark outside We can't seem to know where we're going It doesn't even seem to matter A pack of coyotes and their chatter Somehow you found me dead I'm no catch on my best day Somehow you found me dead I'm no catch on my best day I died in my sleep again Only to wake up next to you I died in my sleep again Only to wake up next to you Somehow you found me dead I'm no catch on my best day Somehow you found me dead I'm no catch on my best day