Medium - Angel Snow

Overheard the medium giving her two cents

His eyes just rolled back with more weariness

And as she moved a certain way, somehow I realize

That we’re all just ghosts inside

That, we’re all just ghosts inside

Oh I wish I was your medium

I’d be a better friend

For you I’d turn back the clock and move it up again

This I know, the story goes, as sure as stars above

Bring her back for you, the one you love

I’d bring her back for you, the one you love

Myrtle trees sway eerily, nightfall drawing near

Electric currents move across the atmosphere

And I will sing out loud repeating verses to myself

I will try to sing them well

I will try to sing them well

Oh I wish I was your medium

I’d be a better friend

For you I’d turn back the clock and move it up again

This I know, as the story goes, as sure as stars above

I’d bring him back for you, the one you love

I’ll bring him back for you, the one you love