Letras:Ghost Mice. Other. Witches And Warlocks.

(From Split w/ Brook Pridemore)

I'm tracing pentagrams with chalk onto my floor
i'm lighting candles cookin' curses casting spells to bring a storm
that will cloud up over bloomington, and make black the midwest sky
i'm pushing pins into the map to mark the points for lightning strikes
may the ashes of the university make their way out to the sea
and may the bones of the invaders mix with the bricks of burned buildings
we will make them into to mortar and we will build this town again
i'm calling on dark forces to take me back to bloomington
we'll dig some holes and plant some seeds and grow trees
back in the park so the bums will have some shade to drink
and a place to sleep when it gets dark nick will get his job
back when we re-open the Vonlee we'll watch movies and eat popcorn
but this time we won't have to sneak we'll make music in our basements
we'll play 4-square in the streets we'll carve hexes in our our highways
to ward off the wicked beasts and this time we'll keep our city
safe we'll keep our city sweet we'll keep our city free one by one
and block by block we watched it slip away the towers of our enemies
grew taller everyday until at last i cast away and tried to find some better place
but it's wings are wide and cast it's shadow down on everything
so i'm praying to the lord and every other god i know to give me a flaming sword
and some extra lightning bolts and the power to destroy the ones
who took our town away and the strength we need to build it back
into something great and this time we'll keep our city safe...
and sam will come back from california and she will know just what we need to do
and all the cool kids that i've met in all the places that i've went
will hear the booming of the battle and come too
and we'll make this place into the greatest place there's ever been all we want
is a place to live the kind of lives to want to live
so i'm rubbing every lantern that i find and i'm chasing every rainbow that i see
i'm searching the clovers trying to find one with four leaves
anything that could grant one wish to me [x2]
and portland will not save you and olympia will fall too
and gainesville will surrender someday
and i know bloomington will never be the same
bloomington will never be the same