Witching Hour - Austin Collins

Golden light you shut your eyes

On the night that you caught fire

Crawl in bed and tell me lies

Before you close the door

You’re surprised you changed your mind

And ended up confused

You begged him once and asked him twice

Not to point his guns at you

Don’t get on my softer side

‘Cause its already nine pm

Call it quits but call me first

‘Cause the witching hour will begin

Oh the witching hour will begin

Legs to walk or brooms to fly

The gift horse of your will

Hearts of darkness empty skies

You stop but can’t sit still

Innocence self justified

You pull at your own skin

Strain to see the wrong from light

Fortified from within

Look around its midnight now

You stare into the sun

Clinch your fists and cast your spells

The damage has been done