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
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