I've been thinking. I've been phrasing.
I've been making a shelf
To line'em up long enough,
To keep it all to myself.
These words, they need a night out.
Evil. Hoping to slow it down.
Cause at first, there comes a rushing heat.
Then all the little feelings start to gather at my feet
And now I know that I'm sounding crazy,
But I guess, oh well. I can't explain but
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you bewitching? Are you bewitching?
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you innocent or pulling on a puppet string?
Well in second, I'm a wreck and I don't want to rebel.
There isn't time to wonder why
Or even think for myself.
Caught up. I didn't see it but,
I'm sure I wouldn't care if I had.
Cause at first, there comes a rushing heat.
Then all the little feelings start to gather at my feet
And now I know that I'm sounding crazy,
But I guess, oh well. I can't explain but
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you bewitching? Are you bewitching?
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you innocent or pulling on a puppet string?
Pulling on a puppet string.
Is something influencing all my decisions?
Cause I can't seem to think for myself anymore.
Cause at first, there comes a rushing heat.
Then all the little feelings start to gather at my feet
And now I know that I'm sounding crazy,
But I guess, oh well. I can't explain but
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you bewitching? Are you bewitching?
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you innocent or pulling on a puppet string?
Feel like I'm under a spell so, are you innocent or pulling on a puppet string?
On a puppet string.
Pulling on a puppet string.