I can see the light of a crooked moon
Green and whites spilling through your room
White spiders are spinning across the walls
They are building an empire waiting for us to fall

You were humming loud, some forgotten tune
About a singer from Memphis in a sequence suit
White spiders are spinning across the room
They are building an empire out of me and you

Skywriters are writing white smoke on blue
They were building an empire out me and you