Lyrics
There's a peach in the hand of the witch
Come and try it, feel its peel, let's bite it
Drifters and blinders, rests of the neon saints
It's her gentle hum during the winter solstice
There's darkness and the sound of her voice
Witches and covens, the sacred 'n profane
The mornig never comes to the haunted
Cause I'm the witch they couldn't defeat
Drifters and blinders, rests of the neon saints
It's her gentle hum during the winter solstice
There's darkness and the sound of her voice
Witches and covens, the sacred 'n profane