Parker

A witch hunt

A sip of cream

A hot tempered bleeding queen

I sit away from you

Can't tell you what to do

You make my seasons

You make my black bells chime

And I can't help it

I want to make you mine

I see your spinning mouth

Can take us what it can

And in the dark of night

He'll scribble out of line

The concertina squeezing out my woe

There are some things that

I hope I never know

Take me and tangle me

I don't know what to believe

Glass eye, a flash of green

I'm more jealous than I seem

Oh, when I watch you

I see what you can do

And, though I'm trying

There is no pleasing you

Oh, when I watch you

I see what you can do

And, though I'm trying

There is no pleasing you