caught like in a spiderweb

when you see the structures
when you see it flow
you remember the future
remember how it was all the same
and we just a pawn in the game

flowers in December
and i been taking it all for granted
she sings

the snake bites her own tale
if it was the same situation
i must go
if it was the same situation
i gotta go

then there is the end
chess to the chest
the king must die
the queen's been gone
only small people can save us now

as soon as it dawns
I must saddle, pack, see
what is right for me
not what I should be
to save the king his last game
but
what is right for me
and
which side I am on