Witchcraft #NDC_Bingo [E1]

[Verse 1] He was a suit in a silver-lit room A Monday man with a wedding groomed She was gin on a blood-red tongue Somewhere between moonlight and wrong October, after nine His morals started to unwind [Chorus] And I could have sworn It was some kind of witchcraft witchcraft—witchcraft—witchcraft… She kissed like clove and citrus peel She danced like glass on a spinning wheel She wasn’t love—she was the deal [Verse 2] She bit the stem off her Bordeaux He flinched, but didn’t want to go Her laugh was silk across a blade His tongue forgot what words obeyed Each glance she threw bent time askew And he forgot the life he knew [Chorus] And I could have sworn It was some kind of witchcraft witchcraft—witchcraft—witchcraft… She kissed like clove and citrus peel She danced like glass on a spinning wheel She wasn’t love—she was the deal [Verse 3] He left with lipstick down his sleeve And something tangled in belief A trace of clove behind one ear A whisper only he could hear The pavement trembled underfoot As if the city knew he should [Bridge] He thought she’d vanish like a vice Instead she stayed—cold fire, ice She knew the part of him he feared The one he thought he’d disappeared And when she sang, the air turned red And half of him already fled [Final Chorus] And I could have sworn It was some kind of witchcraft witchcraft—witchcraft—witchcraft… My ring is gone, my hands still shake She gave me more than I could take And I destroyed it for her sake