Steven Wilson
The Séance

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
(Following sorrow to free your)
Give me something new, please
(Blood spilling out of the reeds, there)
Something I can love
(Give me a sign I can breathe air)
Give me something new, please
(Blood flowing out of the—)
Something I can—