The Witching Hour

It's the darkening
It’s the witching hour
It's the fleeting thought finding a foothold
Can you feel the pull?
Can you feel the power?
Maybe I have stories left to be told

With my shoes in hand
I go creeping
Grip the banister that curves like a snake
Skip the fourth step
It's been creaking
And I wouldn’t want anyone to wake

Sleepwalk in the garden with me
Under the weight of the secrets we keep
We'll never tell, it's just you and me
In the garden

It's a spell we cast (Thеre's a flickering light)
An enchantеd knot (Beckoning through the window)
That we tie to everyone we hold dear
When it starts to fray (Leave your conscience behind)
When it starts to rot (Make your way to the garden)
We forget the reasons keeping us here

Sleepwalk in the garden with me
Under the weight of the secrets we keep
We'll never tell, it's just you and me
In the garden
In the garden

Sleepwalk in the garden with me
Under the weight of the secrets we keep
We'll never tell, it’s just you and me
In the garden

I won’t tell if you won't tell
I won’t tell if you don't
About the garden

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