When I look outside my What do I And when I look outside my So many people to be, yeah
it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits running in a The out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch Must be the of the witch
Well, I look over my shoulder What do I And when I look my shoulder Some ancient I'm longing to be
It's so strange, so You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits in the ditch The hippies out to make it
Oh no Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch
And here we sit in a liquid sea of love rainbows in silver sky above A glass that reflects our past Tied with all around like willows
Upside down, you my heart Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh your laugh and hold my body And we wake up and sit here
Thinking the times we used to have And know they're gone We'll learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder What do I And as I look over my There's so many sights to see
That strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch got to pick up every stitch Those out to make it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch Season of the Please have mercy on my No, no, must be the season of the
God, God, hey If you can't help us you listen, please Momma, I'm