Kate Bush

I wait at the table,
And hold hands with weeping strangers,
Wait for you
To join the group.
The tambourine jingle-jangles.
The medium roams and rambles.
Not taken in,
I break the circle.
I want this man
To go away now.
With a kiss
I'd pass the key
And feel your tongue
Teasing and receiving.
With your spit
Still on my lip,
You hit the water.
Him and I in the room
To prove you are with us too.
He's using code that only you and I know.
This is no trick of his.
This is your magic.
I'd catch the cues,
Watching you,