Water Witch

Why won't water drown, drown, drown, drown the witch?
Some things cannot be saved, and she is one of those things
One of those things that won't leave me alone

I dreamt of a witch, witch, witch, witch with a basket
Some things should not be seen, and that is one of those things
One of those things that won't leave my eyes

Beside the log, the log, log, log that hovers above the string
I hear a voice that carries no words
It's calling to me from the trees above

And my sleeping bed coils around like a serpent tomb

From a clearing in, in, in, in the water below
I see the witch, the witch, witch, witch with a basket
She opens her arms to me as if I'm a long lost son
Yes, she is one of those things

My sleeping bed coils around me like a serpent tomb
My sleeping bed coils around me like a serpent tomb
Like a serpent tomb