Makes no sense...
We're waiting here in the dark,
The blinds are shut,
The door is closed,
Our mouths are sealed.
We're doing something wicked,
We're sitting side by side,
A candle is lit,
Then we chant.
Hear these words,
Hear this rhyme,
We send to you,
This burning sign...
The blinds are shut,
The door is closed,
Our mouths are sealed.
We're doing something wicked,
We're sitting side by side,
A candle is lit,
Then we chant.
Hear these words,
Hear this rhyme,
We send to you,
This burning sign...