Follow me to the wood Through the dew fields and the bog I'll show you what I saw last November As autumn's curtain closed, something opened Something old
No one seems to believe In the stories that I tell, so I keep them to myself But you see shadows too, my friend My friend
Something is watching us From behind An eye that cannot close Until the morning blinds and burns We are hers We are hers
In an evening gown of gray bloom Rose the witch, the bitch The wicked worm With one cold kiss from her black lips We froze We froze
Something is watching us From behind An eye that cannot close Until the morning blinds and burns We are hers We are hersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
