Tele-visions Letra

“Let the water cleanse and cover you.”

‘Cause in between every wire and screen,
the images come through;
the monochrome,
that we’ve known as home,
has split to red, green and blue.

Where did I go,
that you move in code and foreign turns?
The buildings arranged
with the cracks
and made our lines converge.

So we asked the night,
“Could you please provide?”
And she carved out brand new stairs.

Up we went,
weaponry in hand,
and we fired every prayer we had.

But is it enough, is it enough, is it?

Tell me (slowly now)
do you think we are getting through?
Our mouths have gone dry,
but maybe it’s all we can do.

So heat up some tea,
let it spread with speed
through every bone.

And turn down the bed,
singing to forget
the months alone,

with all of these
dark, fragmented scenes
that swirl inside your brain.

And we will dream
of the fever tree
to cool our lips with leaves and rain.

But is it enough, is it enough is it?

Tell me (quickly now!) do you think we are getting through?
Our tongues have unfurled
and proudly they calcimined fly.

From your single-bed,
twisted sheets and alarm clock red.
You’ve been here before,
but now it seems all that exists.