Light in the spaces in between A clairvoyant speaking through for me Let the spirit move the planchette piece The sky turns pink & grey The gallows in the garden gently sway, gently sway Try and give us some kind of sign If you're truly on the other side What's it like when it all ends? And when we die do we cross the great divide? Is there a tunnel and at the end a light? Is there a Heaven and a Hell to find? When sky turns pink & grey The gallows in the garden gently sway, gently sway I can never tell if it's fact or fiction I just know that it's more than nothing at all And i'll hold on with both hands if it kills me I keep searching for the real thing I can't find it in the living There must be more, there must be something else outside these walls And the sky turns pink & grey The gallows in the garden gently sway, gently sway I can never tell if it's fact or fiction I just know that its more than nothing at all And I'll hold on with both hands if it kills me