Thought I had a witness To this crime
Thought I had a witness
Thought we were on the same side of Becoming...
Then the judges called in a witness
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon...
So then when Did you then Begin your Craving for White powder
Exotic Matter that Cells Divide Arresting time
So in your Furnace then
You drank my Tenderness
Feldspar and Mica then
You thought that You would own My temple of gold
Gotta rise In the night
Pick myself off the floor
I know now That it's over
I had a life Before
You left me burnin' in
Your petrol emotion, boy
Your petrol emotion
Wanting more
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Thought I had a witness
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Thought we had a friendship
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Thought I heard you Whispering murder
Thought this witches Brew was more than Bullet-proof
But words are like guns When you shoot the moon
'Cause everybody whispers, yeah
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
So then when Did you then Begin your Craving for White powder
Exotic Matter that Cells Divide Arresting time
So in your Furnace then
You drank my Tenderness
Feldspar and Mica then
You thought that You would own My temple of gold
Gotta rise In the night
Pick myself off the floor, girls
I know now That it's over
I had a life Before
You left me burnin' in, boy
Your petrol emotion
Your petrol emotion
Wanting more, mmm, yeah...
Is there anyone? Is it any wonder
Is there anyone? Is it any wonder, baby
Is there anyone? Is it any wonder...
I'm out the door
I'm out the door, now
Is there any way? Is there any way forward?
Is there any way? Is there any way forward?
Is there anyone? Is it any wonder?
Thought I had a witness Thought you were you Thought I was a witness
You could turn to Not in
Thought I had a witness
Thought I did
Thought had a witness
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Thought I had a witness
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon
hit it, boys
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon come
Tori Quotes
Betrayal happens in strange ways and comes from strange corners sometimes. Some days life can feel pretty normal, so to speak. Then there are other days that makes you think you've walked into something sinister, into a Hermann Hesse novel. I wish I could tell you that nothing surprises me anymore. But unfortunately that isn't true. Fame and money expose people for who they really are. Some are willing to do anything to keep it. "Witness" is a song written about this betrayal, and betrayal is always one of the seeds in the Garden of Sin-suality...
Phone rings.
"Hey, T."
"Hey, you."
"I need to give you some news."
"Give me the bad news first."
"It's all bad."
"Okay, I'm standing. Shoot."
"They want -- from you." (Some issues are locked up in
confidentiality agreements.)
"Hmm."
"Are you there?"
"Yep."
"What's our response? Do you want your team's advice?"
"Yes, I want your advice, but not today. My response
is -- tell the team no one responds. I will not dignify
their insult."
"Understood."
"I suspect they'll call back within six days."
"Six business days?"
"Yeah, weekends count only for musicians and crew."
"And accountants."
"Fair enough. But never suits. I haven't seen a suit
at a gig in a long time."
"I wear a suit." says Philip-the-Good.
"Nothing personal."
We say our goodbyes and I hang up. And, sure enough,
within six business days I get a call from Philip-the-Good. [Tori Amos: Piece by Piece]
Live Versions
"Witness"
June 4, 2005 - London, England
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