witchfire from Witchfire by gray sienna

trade the asphalt roads for a forest any time now.
i’d fight my ails with music, and play the spinster all alone.
till i hear all the laughter as you crawl ever nearer.
could sing but it’s no match for the pitchforks.

you dragged me from the woods to a cul-de-sac
and all i could do was stare at your back as you cry,

“let’s burn this witch at the stake!
let’s burn all those things that they’ve made!”
it doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
cause you’re the one with the match
tonight.

you couldn’t hear me scream under the great elm tree
cause the world’s never seen you like it’s seen me.

you dragged me from the woods to a cul-de-sac
and all i could do was stare at your back as you cry,

“let’s burn this witch at the stake!
let’s burn all those things that they’ve made!”
it doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
cause you’re the one with the match—

and you said, “let’s burn this witch at the stake!
let’s burn all those things that they’ve made!”
history to ash, turn me to dust;
i’ll haunt your ass till this world turns to rust.

• Folk
• bedroom indie
• chillout
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Ohio