Lyrics

[INTRO]
We had no money, no plan, no map,
Just a RadioShack mic and a couch with a gap.

[Verse1]
Frank rolled in like a storm with a pen,
Said, “This one’s about love… or the government again.”
My room was a jungle of wires and tape,
Where dreams and disaster would often escape.

[CHORUS]
Oh, the songs we shouldn’t have written,
The lines we stole and the rules we smitten.
We were two young fools with a holy bid,
Making music in the Spider Loft.

[Verse2]
One day Frank’s voice turned to sand and smoke,
He croaked out, “Honey, or this song’s a joke.”
I sent him down the hall with a crooked grin,
Said, “Check the kitchen, might be some in the tin.”

[CHORUS]
Oh, the songs we shouldn’t have written,
The lines we stole and the rules we smitten.
We were two young fools with a holy bid,
Making music in the Spider Loft.

[BRIDGE]
The Spider Loft creaked, and the ceiling moaned—
But in that noise, we found our home.
If the world never hears our sound—
That loft still spins when I’m feelin’ down.

[Verse3]
The echoes of our laughter remain,
The guitar riffs and the melodies in vain.
In every room, a story’s told,
Of two hearts beating to a rhythm old.

[CHORUS]
Oh, the songs we shouldn’t have written,
The lines we stole and the rules we smitten.
We were two young fools with a holy bid,
Making music in the Spider Loft.

[OUTRO]
The Spider Loft’s empty now,
But I still hear Frank’s voice somehow.
In every line, a memory stays,
Of the music that we made in our own way.