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Tom and Margo
Watching all their love go
To the place
We land eventually

It’s all
Such a ball
Listen for the heart call
Nothing ever seemed so sweet

Waiting for the
American dream
Nothing ever turns out
Just as it seemed

And all the sweet scrolls
They call rock and roll
Past our lips turn incredibly sour
It’s the taste
Everybody calls the witching hour

Big turns
Rug burns
Everybody returns
To the place they loved long ago
Don’t look back

Hard sell
Ring the bell
Everybody catch hell
Maybe you’ll become what they say

Nobody acting out the love game
Trying to get high
But sinking just the same

Thinking that your wise but
Becoming what you despise
That’s always the final tower
And everybody’s slinking
To the witching hour

Gray Road
Such a load
Trying to take hold
Of such responsibility

Last days
She prays
That the soul still stays
In the shadows she can see

Searching for the real salvation
And hoping for a brand new
Re-education

And still we aspire
To all the old desires
That call us to
The witching hour

Toby preaching
He never stops reaching
To catch indifferent
Souls left behind

A mournful tune
That’s pointing to
A thought
That never crossed my mind

Sanctuary never sells
And we all construct
Our own private hell

Critical theory
Eyes turning bleary
As they focus
On the witching hour

Bad is good
And dark is light
That’s what the world
Keeps trying to say

Restart
Fall apart
Even with a new heart
The narrow gate
Still seems far away

Everybody looking for the end
And that’s when the crazy
Seems to begin

The pursuit of power
Is what wilts the flower
As we fade
Into the witching hour

Fake transgressions
Are your repression
That’s how you claim it to be
You keep looking back

Sad song
You’re wronged
Don’t want to get along
It’s how you view history

Hate is all you’ve got to sell
For each time
You go to
Sip from the well

Envy bleeds
When you’re
Stuck in the weeds
You’ve embraced the witching hour

The seed is embedded
And don’t you forget it
It’s been that way from long ago

You frown
It comes around
Never been a soft sound
It’s always been part of the show

Living on
A moral credit card
But when the bill comes due
It’s gets kinda hard

Totally subjective
What a wrong objective
To look into the witching hour

(Cuz it’s looking back into you.)