Witches' Rave ::
(Jeff Buckley)

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 [bad word] of passenger and slave
We’ll never make it out alive to join
The witches’ rave
You’d like to see him suffer
For you 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
I cursed or am I blessed?
I can't tell, oh yes!
'Cause all is well between the [bad word] of
Passenger and slave
I’ll never make it out alive to join
The witches’ rave
I can't help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I can't help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I can't help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I can't help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I can't help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I can't help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
For a guarantee