Tytuł: Witches rave

• Wykonawca: Jeff Buckley
• Wyświetleń: 193

  
   It sounds just like a scream
  I don’t know what you mean
  Your witchcraft’s all around me
  In your ragged pagan scene
  
  You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like
  I float just like a bubble
  Heading for a spike
  
  All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave
  We’ll never make it out alive to join
  The witches’ rave
  
  You’d like to see him suffer
  For you fantasy and thrill
  He fell sick while we made love
  He’s out there, somewhere, still
  
  Oh I feel the spell that you have cast, hot, pink, nasty
  Bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal
  
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  
  Hey! I try to keep all hidden
  When you come around
  Oh, no! The sight of broomsticks
  Sliding on the ground
  You’re levitating something
  ‘Cause I feel so collectible
  
  We’re all lying natural
  He’s watching from a window up above
  I see he loves you, I’ll bring you closer
  
  Something in my fate says it’s not right for me
  Tell me
  Am I cursed or am I blessed?
  I can’t tell, oh yes!
  ‘Cause all is well between the breasts of
  Passenger and slave
  I’ll never make it out alive to join
  The witches’ rave
  
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  I can’t help from looking
  Outside for a guarantee
  For a guarantee