Witchhouse -

Into the crowded halls

Bid welcome stranger

From may I read your scars

To were we sisters

Trapped between the crumbling walls

And poisoned answers

Wished upon the stars I wore

But still they whisper

Search and we still find

Dreams in the Witch-house

Seen for the last time

Seemed like you called out

Search and we still find

Dreams in the Witch-house

Raised in the half-light

It seemed like you’re calling out to them

We take the hand

And take the fall

We dance and dance

And dance again

We take the hand

And take the fall

We dance and

Still won’t understand

This will be the last time

On to the turning paths

where once we falter

Still sipping turns the glass

As all we wished for

Lost behind a painted mask

A mind to wander

Wreckage round our waking past

We’re still to ask her