Witching Hour

The night is long without you by my side
The leaves of unopened mail left in piles
The ticking of the clock we never wound
I'll never hear a nicer sound

The light has faded from the television
And I remember how you used to listen
To music with your headphones on
With the TV blaring trash into the room

It makes me sad to remember happy times
I know now where they went and where they lie
In the witching hour I'm dreaming of you still
There is no truth, there is only another spell.