Is it a trick that you're treating me right?
I have bad luck knocked my knuckles on wood
Every night I sing this incantation
Serenading you to be under my spell
Rarely do I feel such bliss
No wonder I'm superstitious
As the autumn wind darkens the leaves I conjure the spirits from realms so deep
With shadows that flicker and whispers that tease
Let desire grow with a haunting ease
Though past October's have been lone, let this be the month that I'm not alone
Before the moon waxes full on the 31st day may he fall for me and long to stay
Bind this spell, hear my plea
God please don't let him ghost me at least not before Halloween
As the witching hour draws so near, the whispering wind confirms my worst fear
Bound to the coven of lonely hearts
Condemned for life until I dearly depart
So stubbornly ignore my call
On my knees begging till next fall
They always vanish like the wisp of a dream right before Halloween