Television - Jack's Mannequin

Run around the spiral

It’s our choice now

Up or down, the days can seem so long

Holy ghost, living with your voice now

But tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on

Come tomorrow there will be hell to pay and clouds across the sun

You were right, I’ve always been a sinner

You were right, I wasted all your time

You said it all, you drank too much at dinner

So tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on

Come tomorrow there will be hell to pay and clouds across the sun

You and I, baby we’re a broken record

Turn around, we’re making sound but only for the noise

And what if I could live like this but not forever?

And what if you could move the needle to a more forgiving song?

And what if this was never really broken all along?

But for tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on

I’m sleeping with my TV on

Yeah I don’t mind sleeping, not when there’s flash and buzz

The colors dance beneath my bedroom door

Yeah I don’t mind sleeping with my TV on

With my TV on

Come tomorrow, your signal in the silence 'til the dawn