"Fourteen" lyrics
Friday evening
Streaming TV
Almost drift off
Shut the screen and try to sleep before you shift starts
You said
It's peaceful just your breathing and your wristwatch
We find it meaningful
These rituals
Their tick tock
Tick
Tock
Our own religious rites and texts
The sacred moments we've perfected
Give direction
Make a connection between
This life and those mysteries
That dare deny our death
I float into snowdrifts
Find as if by precognition
Every ghost-print
Frozen in the blizzard hidden
Like a mystic by some visit shown a vision
Thrown on pilgrimage and right there at home
You inside the kitchen sitting
Into midnight
Mid-December
With its censer smoking
And the streetlights
Incense embers in each center glowing gold
And woven in the filaments of silver
Winter spilling from the firmament
Beholden to my mission as I go
Out to the store for wine
The same route every time
Alone
My path in winter pasture
One fracture climbing up the bone
And a cold wind blows into Michigan
And a new skin slowly grows
On the skeleton
The city sentient
Where I go
Shuffling slowly
Always penitently
My mission heaven sent
And my charge old testament to roam
With shoulders permanently yoked
Inside an endless desert
Home
Where you're sitting alone
While your professors lectures
Play on that dictaphone cassette
The tape hiss ever present
Home
Color coding your notes
Your open sacred scripture
It's your cuneiform
Your hieroglyphs
Your Aramaic
Home
Where I'm finally close
Where I'm approaching in my own prints ghosting alone
And I can see you through the window frame
Pulling your hair and getting anxious
Climb the steps in the porchlight
Reach for the door and open
Frozen
Thaw out in the warmth
Home
Cradling wine
Let every worry and
Your burdens all be mine and
Be vanquished
'Cause I find
Endless meaning in these
Sacred rites and routines
That have you wake with me each morning
In the nighttime
Fall asleep
They tick tock
They tick tock
We drift off
We drift off
We wake up
We wake up
Streaming TV
Almost drift off
Shut the screen and try to sleep before you shift starts
You said
It's peaceful just your breathing and your wristwatch
We find it meaningful
These rituals
Their tick tock
Tick
Tock
Our own religious rites and texts
The sacred moments we've perfected
Give direction
Make a connection between
This life and those mysteries
That dare deny our death
I float into snowdrifts
Find as if by precognition
Every ghost-print
Frozen in the blizzard hidden
Like a mystic by some visit shown a vision
Thrown on pilgrimage and right there at home
You inside the kitchen sitting
Into midnight
Mid-December
With its censer smoking
And the streetlights
Incense embers in each center glowing gold
And woven in the filaments of silver
Winter spilling from the firmament
Beholden to my mission as I go
Out to the store for wine
The same route every time
Alone
My path in winter pasture
One fracture climbing up the bone
And a cold wind blows into Michigan
And a new skin slowly grows
On the skeleton
The city sentient
Where I go
Shuffling slowly
Always penitently
My mission heaven sent
And my charge old testament to roam
With shoulders permanently yoked
Inside an endless desert
Home
Where you're sitting alone
While your professors lectures
Play on that dictaphone cassette
The tape hiss ever present
Home
Color coding your notes
Your open sacred scripture
It's your cuneiform
Your hieroglyphs
Your Aramaic
Home
Where I'm finally close
Where I'm approaching in my own prints ghosting alone
And I can see you through the window frame
Pulling your hair and getting anxious
Climb the steps in the porchlight
Reach for the door and open
Frozen
Thaw out in the warmth
Home
Cradling wine
Let every worry and
Your burdens all be mine and
Be vanquished
'Cause I find
Endless meaning in these
Sacred rites and routines
That have you wake with me each morning
In the nighttime
Fall asleep
They tick tock
They tick tock
We drift off
We drift off
We wake up
We wake up
Writer(s): Jordan Lee Dreyer, Chad William Sterenberg, Bradley Ryan Vander Lugt, Adam David Vass
