in my dreams, in my dreams there are spiders about my head
dangling free, oh so free, no reaction upon my death
caught in the web we weave
fought through the tangle just to find that
all that I've been looking for is inside me, not suprisingly
in my dreams, in my dreams there are figures beneath my bed
hide and sink, sink or swim, I'll be able to find my head
lost in the world we seek
soon there'll be no one to find me
oh, why am i waiting for vacant lives to realize