More songs by Jeff Buckley
Description
Guitar: Michael Tighe
Lyricist, Vocal, Associated Performer, Guitar, Composer: Jeff Buckley
Drums: Parker Kindred
Bass: Mick Grondahl
Producer: Tom Verlaine
Mixing Engineer: Andy Wallace
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oooh, oooh
You sound just like a scream
I don't know what you mean
Your witchcraft's all around me in your ragged pagan scene
You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like
I float just like a bubble heading for the spike
All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave
We'll never make it out alive to join the witches' rave, oh
You'd like to see him suffer for your fantasy and thrill
He fell sick while we made love, he's out there, somewhere still
Oh, I feel the spell that you have cast
Hot, pagan, nasty bubble gum
Coming down just like a big, red crow
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee
Hey! I try to keep all hidden when you come around
Oh no, the sight of broomsticks sliding on the ground
You're levitating something
'Cause I feel so collectible
We're alright and natural
He's watching from a window up above
I see, he loves you
I'll bring you closer
Something in my face says it's not right for me
Tell me, am I cursed, or am I blessed?
I can't tell, oh, yes!
Cause all is well between the breast of passenger and slave
I'll never make it out alive to join the witches' rave
Oooh, oooh, oooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
I can't help from looking outside for a guarantee, ooh
For a guarantee