near the east waverly hills your hair pinned back
(in previous lives we were frozen stiff, but these aren't so rigid)
I throw off my coat to bear this January air
a rowboat for the two of us to read our books on
the darkest light before a darker night, we slip underwater
the bridge disappears, the deer hunt us in the frigid air
somewhere around here there are witches
somewhere around here there are witches...
somewhere around here
(in previous lives we were frozen stiff, but these aren't so rigid)
I throw off my coat to bear this January air
a rowboat for the two of us to read our books on
the darkest light before a darker night, we slip underwater
the bridge disappears, the deer hunt us in the frigid air
somewhere around here there are witches
somewhere around here there are witches...
somewhere around here