The rain in Spain comes pouring down In a galaxy far far away Mystery of my dream is always something When the sun turns my night to day Only one more web Only one web to spin you´round Spin my web of fantasy Play this rhythm without missing a beat A living insect you can tell it's a creep By the movement in the shadows and the smell and the heat With the sound of deadly nothing without crossing the street The city weaves a cloth of hunger Conquered by the night On camera no one is getting any younger Death is a dreadful sight Only one more web Only one web to spin you´round Spin my web of fantasy Play this rhythm without missing a beat? A creepy crawler, on a creepy crawling crawl