Bricks and mortar and so much more
The piano drifts through an open door
glass of wine and the twilight fades
Shadows march as the dark invades

Think a witch lives inside the woods
I heard her singing and she plays real good
Crawling into my hiding place
hint of perfume and a touch of lace

You're antisocial but you make my day
I'll always stay with [bad word] what may
How maladjusted and an introvert
I know you're there when I'm lost and hurt

It seems to me that I always wait
hundred years in this hiding place
Please find me now and release the spell
An age of reason and a tale to tell

You're antisocial but you make my day
I'll always stay with [bad word] what may
How maladjusted and an introvert
I know you're there when I'm lost and hurt

So I wait through the winter
Holiday, holiday I wait
So I wait through the summer
Holiday, holiday I wait

So I wait through the winter
Holiday, holiday I wait
Summer me all winter