Porcupine Tree - XII. The Séance | Текст песни

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• Porcupine Tree
• XII. The Séance

Under gas light, the joining of hands Chanting a name over and over The 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 free your Blood spilling out of the reeds there Give me a sign I can breathe air Blood flowing out of the stream there