The Verve Pipe — The Witching Hour

It's the darkening It’s the witching hour It's the fleeting thought finding a foothold Can you feel the pull? Can you feel the power? Maybe I have stories left to be told With my shoes in hand I go creeping Grip the banister that curves like a snake Skip the fourth step It's been creaking And I wouldn’t want anyone to wake Sleepwalk in the garden with me Under the weight of the secrets we keep We'll never tell, it's just you and me In the garden It's a spell we cast (Thеre's a flickering light) An enchantеd knot (Beckoning through the window) That we tie to everyone we hold dear When it starts to fray (Leave your conscience behind) When it starts to rot (Make your way to the garden) We forget the reasons keeping us here Sleepwalk in the garden with me Under the weight of the secrets we keep We'll never tell, it's just you and me In the garden In the garden Sleepwalk in the garden with me Under the weight of the secrets we keep We'll never tell, it’s just you and me In the garden I won’t tell if you won't tell I won’t tell if you don't About the garden Dot dot dash, dash dash dot Dot dot dash, dash dash dot Dot dot dash, dash dash dot Dot dot dash, dash dash dot