Anaïs Mitchell - The Routine lyrics

This is what we do when we go to your place Drink two beers in the kitchen and talk about work Listen to AFAX and act like we don't know what we're missing This is what we do when we go to my place Eat leftovers in my room, listen to folk Talk about last week and watch our old habits start resuming Then we tend to lay down in the same old bed And then we use it like a well-oiled machine And I tend to ask the ceiling up above your head How we came to make love into this routine I don't even talk to anyone like we do Every lie indecently exposed for what it is What is true, we're smarter than we were a week ago So how come we can't keep our head (unintelligible) To wagging his tail at the foot of the bed Following us out the door Then we always lay down in the same old bed And we use it like a well-oiled machine And I tend to ask the ceiling up above your head How we came to make love into this routine This is what we do to try to keep ourselves From going back to where we've been We go from friends to lovers to friends to lovers To friends to lovers and back again Sometimes it takes a little hit to the head Just to find out where we're at And it's about time one of us said Can you feel this Could you feel Can you feel this Could you feel Can you feel this Could you feel that We're just trying not to lay down in the same old bed The one we use just like a well-oiled machine And I'm praying to the ceiling up above your head Not to let our love turn into this routine