Familiarity - Punch Brothers

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