Witching Hour Songtext
von Kevin

I rise out of my body
I watch my fingers move off bookshelves and donuts
A strange sensation tastes and smells
It goes away, I′m back here again
Sweeping dust under the carpet
Fisting all the crust on toasted bread

Oh no, witching hour
Oh no, witching hour
Witching hour


Pipes are running
Someone is playing recorder
A dog is barking
Crying out what's been the food on the plate
I try and keep the tinnitus out
By doing crosswords and my laundry
My lips are dry with the central heat
If you were to knock on the door
I wouldn′t answer at all

Oh no, witching hour
Oh no, witching hour
I can only try and behave in this endless game of
The witching hour
Witching hour
If you were to knock on the door
I wouldn't answer at all

Oh no, witching hour
Oh no, witching hour
I can only try and behave in this endless game of
The witching hour
Witching hour
Witching hour