Move inside my daydream
Like fingers in a glove
Twisting round and round and round
Round and round and round with love!
The meeker sleeker circle girls
Dressed in docile white
Spinning on a hill they follow
The dracula kite
The first idea flew thin
And uninvited from the sky
I reached out my hands
And held the knife of ice
Very thin red water
Flowed underneath my skin
I turned their eyes blue children
The perfect murder
Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights
That's when it starts
But if you blink
You'll miss the fun
You'll lose their pretty hearts
Pretty hearts
Pretty hearts
Pretty hearts
Pretty hearts
