We're a ship without a storm
 The cold without the warm
 Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah 

 We're a laugh without a tear
 The hope without the fear
 We [bad word] – home 

 We're off to the witch
 We may never never [bad word] home
 But the magic that we'll feel
 Is worth a lifetime 

 We're all born upon the cross
 The throw before the toss
 You can release yourself
 But the only way is down 

 We [bad word] alone
 We are fire we are stone
 We're the hand that writes
 Then quickly moves away 

 We'll know for the first time
 If we're evil or divine
 We're the last in line
 We're the last in line 

 Two eyes from the east
 It's the angel or the beast
 And the answer lies between 
 The good and bad 

 We search for the [bad word]  We could die upon the tooth
 But the thrill of just the chase
 Is worth the pain 

 We're off to the witch
 We may never never [bad word] home
 But the magic that we'll feel
 Is worth a lifetime 

 We're all born upon the cross
 The throw before the toss
 You can release yourself
 But the only way you go is down