She should have cast a spell over you
She should have waived her rights to be true
She should have forced her way
Her mind
Her life through
Whilst casting that spell on you
The mist, the loss, the scent of you
Along the arbery Road ahead
Against all the odds of true
The one thing she dreaded most
The one thing she always loathed
The fact that there won't be you
At the end of the arbery road
Before casting her spell on you
