Wet Afternoon

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