There's a hair on the bed

The clock has stopped ticking

And nothing remotely romantic has been said

Let's not pass on the steps

Let's take the season very easy

Let's take pills  salt water

Let's keep looking ahead

Oh  it's a bad  bad ritual

Oh  but it calms me down

Oh  it's a bad  bad ritual

Oh  but it calms me down

There is a history in pictures

There is evidence in boxes
There is proof of your love for him

Long after it's dead

And every creak  a trigger

I will think of you with others
I could not smother out dead fire in my head

And saw your levitating chair

I found your long blond hairs
I felt your poltergeist presence

In the frame of the bed

Every creak is a trigger

I will think of you with others
I found depravity convinced me

I may no longer care

Oh  it's a bad  bad ritual
Oh  but it calms me down

Oh  it's a bad  bad ritual

Oh  but it calms me down

Oh  it's a bad  bad ritual

Oh  but it calms me down

Oh  it's a bad  bad ritual

Oh