Black Arts by Emma Beckett Lyrics

Scales were tipped, but they're levelling out, the tide is dropping
Cradle swings back to centre and I
Feel my legs again and they obey my decisions
My body's moving in time with my mind

Banished from this land too late 'cause
I'm leaving I'm leaving
Just tricks of light and season
I'm leaving I'm leaving
What kind of witchy voodoo
What charms and black arts had
Me running scared to keep you warm
Your spell's not working anymore

More than sweet dreams it's catching, there's souls in it's colours
Got them piling up at the gates
Drawn in by that infectious smile then you discover
There's only so much of it you can take

Banished from this land too late 'cause
I'm leaving I'm leaving
Just tricks of light and season
I'm leaving I'm leaving
What kind of witchy voodoo
What charms and black arts had
Me running scared to keep you warm
Your spell's not working anymore
Keep changing the hallways until I'm lost
Desperately trying to get across
To you, to you am I just a fool
Cursing your name 'til the desert frosts
But I'd never burn you, it's all just talk
For you, for you it was all just a ruse

Banished from this land too late 'cause
I'm leaving I'm leaving
Tricks of light and season
I'm leaving I'm leaving
What kind of witchy voodoo
What charms and black arts had
Me running scared to keep you warm
Your spell's not working anymore

I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
What charms and black arts had
Me running scared to keep you warm
Your spell's not working anymore