I'm gonna go to the fair, find the old woman,
I cross her palm one silver piece.
gonna go to the fair, find the old woman
draw a heart shaped line inside of me.
In the August fields where the river thins
Old Agatha sets her wheel to spin
She's the oracle of the prophecy
to draw a heart shaped line in you and me.
Well I hope I live to see the end of the world
To feel our spirit burn as the one true colour of day
The cats are coming