Have you ever been assaulted by a dream?
Where fear is your friend and reality really seems
Like a smoky fire far out beyond the pale, 
Where the wicked sing and honest men rot in jail.
Have you ever wished the witch would come for you?
Her skin is soft and smells of honey-dew.
There are coal-oil lamps burning inside her eyes.
And there's glistening sweat on the insides of her thighs.
Moonbow, moonglow, don't read the Tarot on me now.
Moonbow, moonglow, don't read the Tarot on me now.
Moonbow, moonglow, don't read the Tarot on me now.
Have you ever heard the wind blow through the trees?
And you tell the fear by the weakening in your knees.
Then dreams or reality you've got to get away
From the dark-eyed woman whose hips begin to sway.
Moonbow, moonglow, don't read the Tarot on me now.
Moonbow, moonglow, don't read the Tarot on me now.
Moonbow, moonglow, don't read the Tarot on me now.