Eric Stephen Martin - Witches

Sleepwalkin' in the mystic garden, dry petals on the vine
Doing bad has a kinda pull and I'm about to cross a line
Blood roses decorate my boots and moonlight marks my path
Some people want to bury their fate and some want to take it back
I pulled a card and I threw the coins
New bad news though a face and a choice
I saw the signs but I read them wrong
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Soft whisper in the hallway rising, darkness on my trail
Three steps to go lock the door, three more to a cross and nail
I'm flipping through The Flowers of Evil with a dagger made of wood
Some people do unspeakable things and some don't believe they could
I pulled a card and I threw the coins
New bad news though a face and a choice
I saw the signs but I read them wrong
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Sleepwalkin' in the mystic garden, dry petals on the vine
You write the letter then you lick the seal
Then you live with the consequences
I pulled a card and I threw the coins
New bad news though a face and a choice
I saw the signs but I read them wrong
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn
Raven on the roof, witches on the lawn

Written by:
Eric Martin

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