A witch hunt A sip of cream A hot tempered bleeding queen I sit away from you Can't tell you what to do You make my seasons You make my black bells chime And I can't help it I want to make you mine
I see your spinning mouth Can take us what it can And in the dark of night He'll scribble out of line The concertina squeezing out my woe There are some things that I hope I never know
Take me and tangle me I don't know what to believe Glass eye, a flash of green I'm more jealous than I seem Oh, when I watch you I see what you can do And, though I'm trying There is no pleasing you Oh, when I watch you I see what you can do And, though I'm trying There is no pleasing you
