I'm fed up
With the call of the season
Had enough
Talk of miracles
Why shouldn't I
Seek results and reasons
Why should I
At least consult
With a demon
And walk right up
To this psychic appointment
How'd you know
What I'm here for
I could go
For a seance
Flume of smoke
That you rode on thundered
Then it's gone
But you linger
And now I know
You're inside of the thought you gave me
I return
To attend the midnight service
Something burns
In the beads on my chest
What's the reason
If it's already working
For my guilt
If it's already gone
And I know
That it has to be you I'm hearing
So tell me once
To prove me right
Was it "Echoes"
Or "Crazy Diamond"
You used to spin
Over and over and over again
And then you smile
And draw me in
Cause you and I both know
It's "Us and Them"