Television

Run around the spiral
It’s our choice now
Up or down, the days can seem so long
Holy ghost, living with your voice now
But tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
Come tomorrow there will be hell to pay and clouds across the sun
You were right, I’ve always been a sinner
You were right, I wasted all your time
You said it all, you drank too much at dinner
So tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
Come tomorrow there will be hell to pay and clouds across the sun
You and I, baby we’re a broken record
Turn around, we’re making sound but only for the noise
And what if I could live like this but not forever?
And what if you could move the needle to a more forgiving song?
And what if this was never really broken all along?
But for tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
I’m sleeping with my TV on
Yeah I don’t mind sleeping, not when there’s flash and buzz
The colors dance beneath my bedroom door
Yeah I don’t mind sleeping with my TV on
With my TV on
Come tomorrow, your signal in the silence 'til the dawn