Witches' Rave Lyrics - Sketches (for My Sweetheart The Drunk) - Jeff Buckley

You sound 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 the 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 and 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 face 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 

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 

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