Seance

Blisters on my fingers beginning to numb
You're downing all the liquor left in your cup
Pass the torch around, let's give them a fright
We'll never get caught in the middle of the night

I woke to the sound of your voice inside my head
It spoke in whispers instead of hymns
The ones that used to sing me to sleep
Now they're nothing but meek



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Cobert
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