Television - Gatherers

I’ve seen a million different people, the same routine

Are you just caught up in some memory?

Pull the knife from one another

Mistook you for some enemy

You don’t have to be so cold

Some paper heart that quietly unfolds

When all you feel is terrible

We dance upon the lives we take

We dance upon the lives we take

We dance upon the lives we take

Televise the love we fake

Televise the love we fake

Televise the love we fake

There has to be something more in your bones