Cole, Lloyd – The Witching Hour

Cole, Lloyd – The Witching Hour Lyrics

Artist: Cole, Lloyd
Song: The Witching Hour

I was cleaning out the ashtrays
I was easily impressed
Understanding Matthew’s cigarettes
I was eating all his glamour

His pills and his garbage
You might say that I swallowed it all
Matt’s out in the garden
Sowing seeds of discontent

And he’s working for that magazine again
Me, I’m out in the world
Trying to meet my payments girl
He’s back in the closet where it’s ’57

When you call my name
It’s the witching hour, I know
Now I’m walking down 4th street
You pass me by, you don’t even speak

And it looks just like a spit in the eye
Well sister, I’m out in the world
Yes, I meet my payments girl
You’re back in the closet where it’s ’57

When you call my name
It’s the witching hour, I know
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Cole, Lloyd Lyrics – The Witching Hour

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From the album:
In New York (Collected Recordings 1988-1996)
Release Year: 2017