Friday evening
Streaming TV
Almost drift off
I shut the screen
And try to sleep before your shift starts
You said it's peaceful
As you're breathing in your wristwatch
We're finding meaning for all these rituals
Their tick-tock (tick... tock)
Our own religious rites and texts
Sacred moments we've perfected
Give direction
Make a connection between
This life and those mysteries
That dare deny our death
I float into snowdrifts
Find it as if by precognition
Every ghost turned frozen
When the blizzard hit
Like a mystic by some visit shown a vision
Thrown on A pilgrimage
And went there
At home
You inside the kitchen sitting
Streaming TV
Almost drift off
I shut the screen
And try to sleep before your shift starts
You said it's peaceful
As you're breathing in your wristwatch
We're finding meaning for all these rituals
Their tick-tock (tick... tock)
Our own religious rites and texts
Sacred moments we've perfected
Give direction
Make a connection between
This life and those mysteries
That dare deny our death
I float into snowdrifts
Find it as if by precognition
Every ghost turned frozen
When the blizzard hit
Like a mystic by some visit shown a vision
Thrown on A pilgrimage
And went there
At home
You inside the kitchen sitting
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