[Lyric] Witches of Los Angeles (Brahms' Third Racket)

The old lady at the kiosk
At the street fair
In the last row
Selling boxes filled with dreams
For the nightstand
Next to the bed

Because my world is going crazy
I need a potion
To fix my head
I'm sick and tired of the new day
I need a coven
To summon

Old magic
I found the right way
To make it happen

Old magic
Draw the curtain
And light the candle
Old magic
I hear the whispers
From the cauldron

Old magic
Fan the fire
The night is young

The night is young
The night is young

Old magic
The night is young

Old magic
I hear the whispers