Into the crowded halls
Bid welcome stranger
From may I read your scars
To were we sisters
Trapped between the crumbling walls
And poisoned answers
Wished upon the stars I wore
But still they whisper
Search and we still find
Dreams in the Witch-house
Seen for the last time
Seemed like you called out
Search and we still find
Dreams in the Witch-house
Raised in the half-light
It seemed like you're calling out to them
We take the hand
And take the fall
We dance and dance
And dance again
We take the hand
And take the fall
We dance and
Still won't understand
This will be the last time
On to the turning paths
where once we falter
Still sipping turns the glass
As all we wished for
Lost behind a painted mask
A mind to wander
Wreckage round our waking past
We're still to ask her