Symbion Project - Pawn to King 4 текст песни

Tipsy now I crawl back into bed
Hope that you don't turn your little head
And wake to find me summoning the dead
Taking my misfortune for a ride
Driving to the places luck might hide
Watching out for strangers who will try
To give me the evil eye

Holding out for fullness of the moon
Black cat cross my path, never too soon
Superstition follows me
Nature swallows me whole

All the things I do
I do them for you

Putting on my mask I turn to see
Knocking at the door, who might that be?
Strangers let themselves right in
Dancing shadows cheek to chin

(Tipsy now I crawl back into bed)
(Hope that you don't turn your little head)
(And wake to find me summoning the dead)
(Taking my misfortune for a ride)
(Driving to the places luck might hide)
(Watching out for strangers who will try)
(To give me the evil eye)