You were

You were a witch

You were a witch with your short hair

The weather would celebrate us both as we ran all the way home

The weather would celebrate us both as we ran all the way home

Staked out in the oaks

In the form of little brothers from down below

The weather would celebrate us both as we ran all the way home

The weather would celebrate us both as we ran all the way home

Tumbling

Tumbling down the hill

Our faces dirty with war paint

And all of Jerusalem is sleeping in our front yard

All of Jerusalem is sleeping in our front yard

Please be able

Please be able only to see the legs in front of us

Please be able

Please be able only to see the legs in front of us

Please be able

Please be able only to see the legs in front of us

We went through the carpentry

Having stolen parts of buildings

Shouting for you to slap the songs on your knees

Shouting for you to slap the songs on your knees

Are we

As bandits

With orange peels

Over our eyes?

Are we

As bandits

With orange peels

Over our eyes?

You were

You were a witch

You were a witch with your short hair

The weather would celebrate us both as we ran all the way home

The weather would celebrate us both as we ran all the way home

Tumbling

Tumbling down the hill

Our faces dirty with war paint

These are the tools that take the marrow from your bones

These are the tools that take the marrow from your bones

These are the tools that take the marrow from your bones

These are the tools that take the marrow from your bones