Chasing him out of the room with a knife in his side
Telling the moon all is well as I turn back into me again
Blood in my tea is it you or the leaves that intoxicates me
I cannot tell, I am under your spell

Under your spell

Out on the road walking [?] near a hillside I spotted a car
Seeing myself all is well they will never be seen again
Blood in my teeth is it you could it be you that is in my disease
I cannot tell I am under your spell

Under your spell