She made the night But the dark's all right And his heart became the hunter A deadly bride It's suicide So take it slow
Waiting alone for the witching hour Feeling the shock and the surge of power She's come to know
She makes her way to the door forbidden Tomorrow she'll say that she did not really go there To neverwhere Never where
And then the child Strange free and wild The picture of the mother
The same cold eyes The same old lies The same as one another
Together they wait for the witching hour Felling the heat and the push of power They need to know
Left behind he's the uninvited Maybe the door will open if he Waits there At neverwhere Neverwhere
The hand that rocks the cradle in the morning Could be lurking round the corner with a gun Before you take the time to say I'm sorry Remember where she's been And all the misery she's done
And then the prize Time to decide But one last voice Be careful
It's just too strong And he must belong So down we go
Waiting for the witching hour Needing the shock and the surge of power He wants to know
They make their way down to the door forbidden She waves him in at last And he's gone there To neverwhere Neverwhere NeverwhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
