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