[Intro — low bass, vinyl crackle, distant guitar] Something in the air tonight. You feel it too. [Verse 1] Everybody’s watching shadows Like they know what’s coming next. Everybody talks in circles, Everybody second-guesses. But you— You keep looking over here Like trouble’s got a face. Come a little closer, baby. Let me give your fear a taste. [Pre-Chorus] The room gets colder when I walk in. Your pulse gets louder when I grin. You know better. Still, you lean in. [Chorus] It’s the season of the witch, when the good ones misbehave. When the sweet turns dangerous and the careful ones get brave. You can run from what you want, you can lie about the itch— But midnight knows your name. It’s the season of the witch. [Instrumental — bass groove, distorted guitar, violin accents] [Verse 2] I don’t need to chase you, darling. You’ve been following all night. Every time I turn away, you move a little closer to the light. You like danger dressed up pretty. I can see it in your eyes. You came here hoping I was trouble. Don’t pretend to be surprised. [Pre-Chorus] The room gets smaller when I move. Your hands stay still— but your eyes don’t. You know better. Still, you choose. [Chorus] It’s the season of the witch, when the good ones misbehave. When the sweet turns dangerous and the careful ones get brave. You can run from what you want, you can lie about the itch— But midnight knows your name. It’s the season of the witch. [Beat drops — whispered] Come closer. Not that close. I like the wanting. [Long instrumental drop — hip-hop drums, sub-bass, dirty guitar, violin] [Bridge] Maybe I’m a warning. Maybe I’m a dare. Maybe you just like the way I make you stop and stare. You can call it bad luck. You can call it sin. But you’re still standing right beside me— So tell me who really wins. [Final Chorus] It’s the season of the witch, and the night is wearing thin. Every saint has something hidden. Every sinner lets it in. You can run from what you want, you can lie about the itch— But your body knows the truth. It’s the season of the witch. [Outro — nearly whispered] You felt it coming. Didn’t you?
