The Witching Hour - The Verve Pipe

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 (Thre's a flickering light)

An enchantd 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

Dot dot dash, dash dash dot

Dot dot dash, dash dash dot

Dot dot dash, dash dash dot

Dot dot dash, dash dash dot