Hands around a circle 

In the candlelight 

Now a childlike voice comes 

From the other side 



There behind the curtain 

I saw something move 

I couldn't tell for certain 

Maybe it was you 

She wants to speak to daddy 

But daddy doesn't come 

We only try to help her 

We mean nobody harm 



Keeping dry on a wet afternoon 

This is no place for tears 

The table turns on a wet afternoon 



God has mighty powers 

No one can explain 

He chose us for his agents 

To help our fellow man 

They say it's an illusion 

What we do in here 

And for the richest pocket 

We are the most sincere 



Repeat chorus 



Someone's pulled the curtains 

All the lights turned out 

Taps upon the table 

In an empty house