Every little simple seam scratches across my skinn
Soft gravel scratches across my scab
Hey lovely makes this water red
Oh my soul there's a hole
Oh my soul

Send psychic messages you can't even here
From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear
Sugar sweet cinnamon never even

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Before the set of the sun.

Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!
Paddock calls.
Ano