There's a peach in the hand of the witch Come and try it, feel its peel, let's bite it Drifters and blinders, rests of the neon saints It's her gentle hum during the winter solstice There's darkness and the sound of her voice Witches and covens, the sacred 'n profane The mornig never comes to the haunted Cause I'm the witch they couldn't defeat Drifters and blinders, rests of the neon saints It's her gentle hum during the winter solstice There's darkness and the sound of her voice Witches and covens, the sacred 'n profane