Ceremonial

Wake me when I should say what I'm supposed to Wake me when the night comes and we're close to The part of this that's ceremonial, ceremonial The fire is lit and ripe for stoking: Take me in your arms, we're fast approaching The part of this that's ceremonial, ceremonial Now I am ready for the salty water Now I am ready for the flesh and bones Now I am ready for the boat to bring me home It's not that I believe that I deserve this It's only that I'm clinging to the surface Don't you know you're not the only one, not the only one I don't want the feverfew you feed me My temperature should tell you everything that I need Part of this is ceremonial, ceremonial Now I am ready for the salty water Now I am ready for the flesh and bones Now I am ready for the boat to bring me home