Never, The - Baba Yaga lyrics

rate me

I guess it's under my bed

Lonely mother rocks & holds her head

It takes her love to give

And gives her nothing in return

And outside snowflakes fall

The witch crawls through her hole

Loneliness haunting us all

But no doctor to call

And you can make friends with the moon

And soon you'll paint something beautiful

Heaven look down on me

And kill all my worries

This ghost sits on my bed

We walk through her head

And loves all the things she sighs

She puts me down to bed