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