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
Answer me

The cats are coming

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

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

Well I hope I live to see the end of the world
As the one true colour of day
Answer me