On Graveyard Hill - Pixies

And when the moon grows smaller

Donna picks out a flower

Gives her a witchy power

There in the witching hour

In the witching hour

Donna's taking her potion

Eating all my devotion

Fucking up my emotion

In the witching hour

Donna picks her a flower

In the witching hour

On the graveyard hill

She's calling out her curse

I'm taking my last breath

With each chapter and each verse

And soon I will be killed

In the poisonous forest

Donna lights up her torches

Her eyes are flying saucers

Her hair is black and gorgeous

I see her down at the crossroads

She can lead you to madness

She's leading me into darkness

In the witching hour

In the witching hour

In the witching hour

On the graveyard hill

She's calling out her curse

I'm taking my last breath

With each chapter and each verse

And soon I will be killed

On the graveyard hill

She's calling out her curse

I'm taking my last breath

With each chapter and each verse

And soon I will be killed

And soon I will be killed