Mission

We pretend we're on a mission Every day it starts anew Parking cars into positions Doing things we don't want to When we speak then no one listens Only silence tells the truth Hardy looking at each other Only thinking "I love you" There's another sad religion That we practice in our kitchen Making meals to feed the children While we worry what to tell them About our mission And with motorized precision We surrender to the moon Making digital confessions As our phones light up the room Does your heart beat any longer? Do you mention me in prayers? Will you answer with me, baby? Answer "Amen, I love you" There's another sad religion That we practice in our kitchen Making meals to feed the children While we worry what to tell them There's another sad religion That we practice in our kitchen Making meals to feed the children While we worry what to tell them About our mission Our dreams they tore us apart But I want you to stay I know it's irrelevant But I want you to stay There's another sad religion That we practice in our kitchen Making meals to feed the children While we worry what to tell them