The window looks calm this evening
And it can be, oh, so deceiving
When you wake up, and you just know
Darling, you can't be leaving
After you get caught stealing
They hung you up and strung you up to go
But darling, you'll know
As they take your hands
And tie you on, your lips, they'll get caught
And firmly in their hands
They'll grip the hole that keeps you lit
And if you don't die in the fire, you'd be a witch
And in 1402
They'd do unspeakable things to you
Burned at the cross
While your grandma got lost
In that burning fire for you