Wrong Circles - Séance Lyrics

With you I have to practice
Small doses like a supplement
I call you my cactus
'cos you're so very succulent

Trying to absorb it
To satiate my appetite
You define the orbit
I am just your satellite

You sense a presence as I enter the room
You'd rather pour salt circles round you
You hear my voice as it trembles with fear
I said the séance was a bad idea

I know you're tapping the table
I know you're moving the glass
Even as a ghost I'd be able
To move beyond the past

I know cold reading when I see it
So many photographs to go through
You scarcely believed it
Until you thought you were supposed to

So many candles
For a simple conversation
It seems like scandal
Has replaced all our flirtation

You sense a presence as I enter the room
You'd rather pour salt circles round you
You hear my voice as it trembles with fear
I said the séance was a bad idea

I knew you were tapping the table
I knew you were moving the glass
Even as a ghost I was able
To move beyond the past

You hear my voice as it trembles with fear
I said the séance was a bad idea