‘Lend me your ear while I call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, and later insisted your feelings were true. The witch’s promise was coming, believing he listened while laughing you flew. Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same, and the love you have found lay outside in the rain. Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain. The witch’s promise was coming, and you’re looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain. Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be, well, you’re wasting your time, you’re too blind to see. You won’t find it easy now, it’s only fair. She was willing to give to you, you didn’t care. You’re waiting for more but you’ve already had your share. The witch’s promise is turning, but don’t you wait up for her, she is no longer there…’
