Spiders

The piercing, radiant moon

The storming of poor June

All the life running through her hair

Approaching guiding light

Our shallow years in fright

Dreams are made, winding through my head

Through my head

Before you know, awake

Your lives are open wide

The V-chip gives them sight

Of all the life running through her hair

The spiders all in tune

The evening of the moon

Dreams are made, winding through my head

Through my head

Before you know, awake

Through my head

Through my head

Before you know

Before you know, I will be waiting, all awake

Dreams are made, winding through her hair

Dreams are made, winding through her hair