Familiarity

It's on again You hate it but you know it then You know it and so do your friends And you can sing together when It's on Pretend you love it because you love them As you explode out of your phones (amen) To make some music of your own (amen) You can hate it softly to yourself alone A man among amens A ringing bell, or programmed drums or both I couldn't tell but I rejoice A smoke machine or a swinging thurible It was hard to see but I lifted up my voice We've come together over we know not what... A call to prayer, or the last for alcohol We didn't care; We knelt and bowed our heads Or did we dance? Like we may never get another chance to disconnect We've come together over we know not what to say I love you I love you, I love you I mean it, I want to feel it God help me feel it I love you God knows I mean it God help me feel it God knows we mean it God help us feel it... We lie in bed The wireless dancing through my head Until I fear the space between my breath I see an end to where I don't love you like I can Cause I've forgotten how it feels (amen) To love someone or thing for real (amen) Darling when you wake, remind me what we've done That can't be shared, or saved, or even sung It's on again You nod your head and take my hand Though I'm not sure where we'll go (amen) To worship more than what we know (amen) As long as you're there I won't be alone A man among amens