Witch - Islander

In the trees\nChildren’s fingers on strings\nJars of blood from a heart\nAnd demon knees\nBeneath the house\nUnder the boards\nBlood and ink and wedding rings\nShe has secrets\nNever whispered\nShe has secrets\nNever heard\nAnd when she smiles\nIt just takes me places\nIn her eyes\nThe whole world\nStarts to make sense\nCandle wax\nA mystery\nCan’t believe what I see\nBe careful what you say\nShe’s listening\nIn the moonlight\nShe chants her song\nAnd now we all have to sing along\nShe has secrets\nNever whispered\nShe has secrets\nNever heard\nAnd when she smiles\nIt just takes me places\nIn her eyes\nThe whole world\nIt starts to make sense\nCandle wax\nHeart attacks\nShe’ll rip us to pieces\nShe’ll make her brew\nAnd when she smiles\nIt just takes me places\nIn her eyes\nThe whole world\nIt starts to make sense\nAnd when she smiles\nI can’t see her in the dark\nAs she pulls my limbs apart\nAnd takes me places