I fell in love with a blue faced girl as I fell to my knees at the crossroads
She descended to earth in a plastic bubble speaking in tongues of false prophets
Ugly as sin and possessed beyond hope we made love as we flew through the sky
Cursed to one day crash and burn because we fly so goddamned high

To my surprise she was a witch from Salem, Massachusetts
A high priestess of the occult in the church of Satan
A demon and unholy ghost, the parasite had found its host
Inside the cold and vacant soul of this one and only love

Between the devil and deep blue sea
The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy

This is a love song for a witch
A romantic remembrance for
This is a love song for a witch

This is a love song for a witch
A romantic remembrance for
This is a love song for a witch

Spinning crucifixes on the bedroom wall of the possessed
As words appear in blood like deep incisions on her chest
Her head gyrates and turns three hundred and sixty degrees
As poison apples in the garden fall down from the trees
Between the devil and deep blue sea
The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy

Between the devil and deep blue sea
The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy

This is a love song for a witch
A romantic remembrance for
This is a love song for a witch

This is a love song for a witch
A romantic remembrance for
This is a love song for a witch