The ice is melting in the plastic bucket by the bread

Someone is arguing about a book they haven't read

I'm sitting at the far corner of the wooden table

Watching the smoke curl up towards the light fixture

Thomas is leaning back, checking the time on his phone

Getting ready to tell that anecdote about his trip to Brest

You haven't even opened your mouth yet

But I already know the exact inflection you will use

To finish the story

C'est un automatisme, everything happening on cue

The laughter arrives right when it's supposed to

I don't even have to look up from my glass

To know exactly how the rest of the evening will pass

We are living inside a cold script tonight

Moving our mouths under the dinner-party light

Regarde la mécanique, look how perfect the design

Nobody wanders an inch outside of the line

I've mapped every gesture, I've numbered every face

And it just feels like a very crowded, unmoving space

Cold script

Someone asked me if I wanted another drink

I said no before they finished the sentence

We are living inside a cold script tonight

Moving our mouths under the dinner-party light

Regarde la mécanique, look how perfect the design

Nobody wanders an inch outside of the line

I've mapped every gesture, I've numbered every face

And it just feels like a very crowded, unmoving space

Cold script

The coats are coming off the rack now

Rien ne surprend

Just the routine

Rehearsed