Home in Negative

Bricks and mortar and so much more The piano drifts through an open door A glass of wine and the twilight fades Shadows march as the dark invades Think a witch lives inside the woods I heard her singing and she plays real good Crawling into my hiding place A hint of perfume and a touch of lace You're antisocial but you make my day I'll always stay with you come what may How maladjusted and an introvert I know you're there when I'm lost and hurt It seems to me that I always wait A hundred years in this hiding place Please find me now and release the spell An age of reason and a talе to tell You're antisocial but you make my day I'll always stay with you comе what may How maladjusted and an introvert I know you're there when I'm lost and hurt So I wait through the winter Holiday, holiday I wait So I wait through the summer Holiday, holiday I wait So I wait through the winter Holiday, holiday I wait Summer me all winter