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