56 Witch

There's a witch called Midnight Jane And she don't like to whisper a thing In the dawn her midnight gaze Turns a slow burn into a scream She says I'm breathing Like the north wind got no face She says I'm seething It's the call where you might break There's a backwoods summon style Where the last bend twists a mile Just to make your broken steps Steal some light and catch your breath She says I'm reaching Like the north wind got no take She says I'm seething It's the call where you might break