Daydreams, sad feather
Every night you're a princess
Nightmare, bad weather
When the sun awakes you're a mess
Love-dreams are mystery
But you don't get them for free
Not money, not things
Just your heart and your wings
Always at night
Your mind is the cage
You have to fight
At every age
Only the spider's web
Can guide you through the world of dreams
Can sway the pictures of your head
So, at least, it seems
