- cifra
Wrote a letter you and threw it away
Spirit tried to call me without words to say
Sister can you tell me if it's gonna be ok
The chains and bangles were ringing aloud
Calling out without a sound
She had witchcraft
She drank from the craft
Her eyes are the opening to the soul
Where spirits lie and secrets can be told
Make her an offer your fortune can be sold
The chains and bangles were ringing aloud
Calling out without a sound
She had witchcraft
She drank from the craft
