When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be And it's strange So very strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Oooh yeah, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think that I see? Someone else is lookin' over His shoulder at me And it's strange It's very strange You got to pick up every stitch The rabbits runnin' in the ditch Everyone's out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder It's very strange

When I look outside my window, What do I see? And when I look outside my window, So many different people to be That it's strange, so strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in a ditch, The hippies out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. Must be the season of the witch. (Well) when I look over my shoulder What do I see? And when I look over my shoulder, Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange So strange You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in the ditch, That hippie's out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch. Must be the season of the witch. "And here we sit immerged in a liquid sea of love, Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above, A looking glass that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around like willows Upside down you caress my heart Caress my soul Surround my limbs You laugh your laugh And hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here thinking Thinking about the times we used to have And know they're gone forever We'll never learn Never learn" "Help me" "Somebody help him" As I look over my shoulder What do I see? And as I look over my shoulder, There's so many pretty sights to see That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, Those hippies out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. Season of the witch Please have mercy on my soul No. No. Must be the season of the witch "God. God, hey! If you can't help us you better listen Please Momma, I'm cold"

When I look outside my window What do I see? And when I look outside my window So many different people to be, yeah That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits running in a ditch The hippies out to make it rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Well, when I look over my shoulder What do I see? And when I look over my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits running in the ditch The hippies out to make it rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above A looking glass that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around like willows Upside down, you caress my heart Caress my soul, surround my limbs You laugh your laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here thinking Thinking about the times we used to have And know they're gone forever We'll never learn, never learn "Help me" "Somebody help him" As I look over my shoulder What do I see? And as I look over my shoulder There's so many pretty sights to see That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Those hippies out to make it rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Season of the witch Please have mercy on my soul No, no, must be the season of the witch [Incomprehensible] God, God, hey If you can't help us you better listen, please Momma, I'm cold

(Must be the season of the witch) (Must be the season of the witch, yeah) When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat lookin' over Over his shoulder at me And he's strange, sure he's strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window Many sights to see When I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange, so very strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Must be the season, the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat looking over His shoulder right at me And it's strange, surely strange You got to pick up every stitch Beatniks are out to make it rich, oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I look out my window So many sights to see When I look into my window So many different people to be You got to pick up every stitch Rabbit's runnin' in the ditch Beatniks are out to make it rich, oh, no, oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch

Hold your breath, make a wish Now count to three Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see Into your imagination We'll begin with a spin Trav'lling in a world of my creation What we'll see will defy explanation If you wanna view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want we'll do it You wanna change the world There's nothing to it There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination Living there, you'll be free If you truly want to be Come on c'mon go with me You wanna see somthing funny Have a lot of fun -- c'mon let's go Let's try our own imagination See what we can go away from today Alright? Hey Take me by the hand Let us run from the little Little little Little, little little funny land Come on c'mon C'mon let's go to imagination

Back to you It always comes around Back to you I tried to forget you I tried to stay away But it's too late Over you I'm never over Over you It's something about you It's just the way you move The way you move me Yeah, I'm so good at forgetting And I quit every game I play But forgive me, love I can't turn and walk away this way Back to you It always comes around Back to you I walk with your shadow I'm sleeping in my bed With your silhouette Yeah, should've smiled in that picture If it's the last that I'll see of you It's the least that you could not do Leave the light on I'll never give up on you Leave the light on For me, too For me, too For me, too Yeah Back to me I know that it comes Back to me Doesn't it scare you Your will is not as strong As it used to be