Act 1 S3 Annabel Raises The Dead

Winding all the dials and the wires and the spires and the
Tests for the connections and injections still to run
Capacitors and meters and the alkali and beakers
The restating of equations for the phase about to come

Please come back to me there’s so much we could be
Please come back, with voltage I invoke
Please come back from empty cracks and berths of black
Come to me, I’m summoning the Ghost

Be my angel, my angel
Be my angel, rescue me
Be my angel, my angel
Be an angel be with me

Please come back from bowels of black
From silent shores to me once more
Through veils and gates and seas of slate
To blood wet moors where I await ashore

Years of all my theories and hypothesis and inquiries
No gathering cadavers and they kicked me out of school
All alone with theorems and experiments and endless tests
Years in labs and numberlands but now I’ve reached the goal

Please come back so we can have a life at last
Please come back, I grab at heaven’s throat
Please come back, I beckon, beg and cry and laugh
Come to me, I’m summoning the ghost

Be my angel, my angel
Be my angel, rescue me
Be my angel, be my angel
Be an angel be

Please come back from bowels of black
From silent shores to me once more
Through veils and gates and seas of slate
To blood wet moors where I await ashore

Please come speak to me
Please come speak to me
All the things we can share and conceive
If you'll come speak to me

I remember you from school
You were dashing and I so uncool
You didn't know I was alive until that one night
We spoke and you kissed me

But then I was expelled
You married her as well
And now you‘ve died, but I can bring you back to life
And soon you'll speak to me

Be my angel, be my angel
Be my angel, rescue me
Be my angel, be my angel
Be an angel be with me

Please come back so we can have a life at last
Please come back, I grab at heaven’s throat
Please come back, I beckon, beg and cry and laugh
Come to me, I’m summoning the ghost
Please come back from bowels of black
From silent shores to me once more
Through veils and gates and seas of slate
To blood wet moors where I await ashore