You never can see the witch but you know she’s always waiting
To numb the broken heart, to nerve the brittle will
You never can see the witch, but her name goes before her
Calling through the empty, you simply can’t ignore

You never can see the witch, but for explosions of color
In the mist-drenched trees, smoking prisms in the leaves
You never can see the witch, but her laughter lengthens with the shadows
Thickening, quickening as the sun goes down

I am a peddler, I don’t deal in spells, but beautiful bottles I sell
Dust off the age, hold it up to the light, its just
glass filled with water, colored and bright,
Catching the glow of the sunlight

You never can see the witch, for the darkness grows around her
Flooding through the fragile and filling up your head
You never can see the witch, with grief wandering wild
You’re searching for a vision, but nothing lies ahead

You never can see the witch, but the townsfolk venture in
Foregoing light and reason their problems for to plead
You never can see the witch, but you often see the damage
In the glassy eyes and wild hands, the payment craving cure

I am a peddler, I don’t deal in spells, but beautiful bottles I sell
Dust off the age, hold it up to the light, its just
glass filled with water, colored and bright,
Catching the glow of the sunlight
Won’t you come on by?

And if you sit, we’ll talk a bit, and tell all the stories we know
Solid and true, the words changing hue,
This laughter we choose, it’s a magic we all can do
Not hidden in trees, but out in plain view
It’ll help you through

You never can see the witch but you know she’s always waiting
To numb the broken heart, to nerve the brittle will
You never can see the witch, but her name goes before her
Calling through the empty,
Are you really so empty?

Just dust off the age, step into the light, the air is clean and bright
Your heart may be hurting, but you’re healing inside,
I see the strength in your eyes, I see the laughter inside
I see the light from the sky