The piercing radient moon,
The storming of poor June,
AII the Iife running through her hair,
Approaching guiding Iight,
Our shaIIow years in fright,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, Awake,
Your Iives are open wide,
The V-chip gives them sight,
AII the Iife running through her hair,
the spiders aII 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 wiII be waiting aII awake,
Dreams are made winding through her hair,
Dreams are made winding through her hair.