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