Early in the morning Glowing like a pumpkin Have a taste then spit it out You look like a nightmare Hollow on your white stairs Burning like your neighbors' house Palindrome, you got me all alone You are a spider and I'm dying to get out of your web Now I know you've lost control You always light up When I'm down and spinning out of your grip Early in the evening Cemetery's breathing Floating like a ghost while you whistle a tune Everybody's wondering You a witch or something - Changing like the seasons' moons? (Down and spinning out of your grip) Heartache Always