I'm gonna go to the fair, find the old woman, I cross her palm one silver piece. gonna go to the fair, find the old woman draw a heart shaped line inside of me.
In the August fields where the river thins Old Agatha sets her wheel to spin She's the oracle of the prophecy to draw a heart shaped line in you and me.
Well I hope I live to see the end of the world To feel our spirit burn as the one true colour of day Answer me.
