Jeff Buckley — Witches Rave

Oooooooooooooooooooh Ooooooooooooooooh It sounds just like a scream I don't know what you mean Your witchcraft's all around me in your ragged pagan scene You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like I float just like a bubble heading for a spike All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave We'll never make it out alive to join the witches' rave You'd like to see him suffer for your fantasy and thrill He fell sick while we made love, he's out there, somewhere, still Oh, I feel the spell that you have cast Hot, pink, nasty bubble gum Coming down just like a big, red coal I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee Hey! I try to keep all hidden when you come around Oh no, the sight of broomsticks sliding on the ground You're levitating something 'Cause I feel so collectible We're all lying natural He's watching from a window up above I see he loves you I'll bring you closer Something in my fate says it's not right for me Tell me, am I cursed or am I blessed? I can't tell, oh yes! 'Cause all is well between the breasts of passenger and slave I'll never make it out alive to join the witches' rave Ooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh Ooooh I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee oooh I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee oooh I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee oh I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee oooh I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee oooh I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee For a guarantee