The Never – Letras de Baba Yaga

I guess it's under my bed
Lonely mother rocks & holds her head
It takes her love to give
And gives her nothing in return
And outside snowflakes fall
The witch crawls through her hole
Loneliness haunting us all
But no doctor to call

And you can make friends with the moon
And soon you'll paint something beautiful
Heaven look down on me
And kill all my worries
This ghost sits on my bed
We walk through her head
And loves all the things she sighs
She puts me down to bed