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
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
Through my head, through my head
Before you know I will be waiting, all awake
Dreams are made winding through my head
Dreams are made winding through my head