You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
And later insisted your feelings were true.
The witches promise was cunning,
Believing he listened while laughing you flew.
Leaves falling, red, yellow, brown, all look the same,
And the love you had found lay outside in the rain,
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain.
The witches promise was cunning,
And you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain.
Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
Well, you're wasting your time, they not stupid like he is.
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.
You won't find it easy now, it's only fair.
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care.
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share.
The witches promise is turning so don't wait up for him,
He's going to be late.
