Letras: Porcupine Tree. The Incident. Seance.

Under gas light the joining of hands
Chanting your 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

(Give me something new please, something I can love)