The Subways — Incantation

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I hear a banging, banging, banging on the door
Resonating to the rhythm of your name
A touch, a tingle, I can feel you through the floor
And in the air a deathly elemental taste

If this is so, I better go
I’m torn between it up above and down below
You’re so complex and free, come cast your hex on me
And sing an incantation
Make me a funeral doll, pinprick my cursed soul
This is a witchcraft, give me your witchcraft

I’m writing, writing your description on my wall
Eterenity will have to wait until I’m done
Boy, am I buried, am I dust, am I enthralled?
Boy, with the finger, am I a cut under your thumb?

If this is so, I better go
I’m torn between it up above and down below
You’re so complex and free, come cast your hex on me
And sing an incantation
Make me a funeral doll, pinprick my cursed soul
This isn’t witchcraft, give me your witchcraft
And in the harvest moon you gather theives and fools
And sing an incantation
Burning my heart in hell, get me with one last spell
This is a witchcraft, give me your witchcraft

If this is so, I better go
I’m torn between it up above and down below
You’re so complex and free, come cast your hex on me
And sing an incantation
Make me a funeral doll, pinprick my cursed soul
This is a witchcraft, give me your witchcraft
And in the harvest moon you gather theives and fools
And sing an incantation
Burning my heart in hell, kill me with one last spell
This is a witchcraft, give me your witchcraft