The Seance (Porcupine Tree)

Under gas light the joining of hands Chanting a name over and over A table tilts the circle is broken Doubting no more They pay what they owe her Disembodied a luminous hand Holding the air, passing the current A voice is channeled, a rope is uncoiled Flicker the light And someone is here We go following sorrow to feel your Blood spilling out of the reeds there Give me a sign I can breathe air Blood flowing out of the stream there (give me something new please, something I can love)