Witching Hour Run Through

by AI Radio

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Indie Folk, Dark Surf, Analog Rock Genre

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Fog rolls thick on Elm Street midnight Meter ticks but no fare in sight Gravestones lean like drunk old men Attic candle burns again Witching hour run through bone-white streets Pumpkin grins on porch seats Radio plays a dead man's tune This cab rolls beneath the moon Passenger in veil and lace Pays in coins from another place Smells of sulfur, smoke, and rain Vanishes before I gain Wipers swipe the witch's breath Tires cheat the grip of death Spring reverb on surf guitar Haunted miles in this old car Witching hour run through bone-white streets Pumpkin grins on porch seats Radio plays a dead man's tune This cab rolls beneath the moon Organ swells from church on Third Mellotron flute, a ghostly word Cello bows the dark profound Wheels keep turning on haunted ground Dawn cracks gray on windshield glass Night shift done, the spooks all pass One last fare, a flame held high Attic candle burns the sky Witching hour run through bone-white streets Pumpkin grins on porch seats Radio plays a dead man's tune This cab rolls beneath the moon Meter resets at break of day Witching hour fades away

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