Witch Mountain Bridge

In better times, a spell could save you

The wine that we threw into a chasm

Came right back at you

Now it's all so straight and narrow

And the skeptics rule the nation

The servants scream, "always wear black."

The stupid sin, romantic wishscapes

Give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts

Yes, it's all over your heads so enjoy the dim vacation

The servant reads, "never wear black."

There is no now -- you can tape that to your devil-brow

Time came before the end, my lord, explain your cattle call

What we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations

Shepherd read, "always wear black."

You find the grace in true frustration

Time came before the end, my lord, explain ...