Wake me when I should say what I'm supposed to
Wake me when the night comes and we're close to
The part of this that's ceremonial, ceremonial

The fire is lit and ripe for stoking:
Take me in your arms, we're fast approaching
The part of this that's ceremonial, ceremonial

Now I am ready for the salty water
Now I am ready for the flesh and bones
Now I am ready for the boat to bring me home

It's not that I believe that I deserve this
It's only that I'm clinging to the surface
Don't you know you're not the only one, not the only one

I don't want the feverfew you feed me
My temperature should tell you everything that I need
Part of this is ceremonial, ceremonial

Now I am ready for the salty water
Now I am ready for the flesh and bones
Now I am ready for the boat to bring me home