Television Companion lyrics

That the night's silence envelopes

And in it terror arises in solitude

So that the glowing world of voices

They blare out security in slumber

Like a puppy with a ticking clock

That mimicked mom's absent heart

None but the tube projecting warmth

Into the cold of night and darkness

A life led by a dialogue for dreams

Surrogate to the sedintary shy

Timidly existing ware, or asleep

Spirits that never fully evolve

Naught but for a loss of power

Should a world fall easily apart

And face itself fragility's fault

Images surreal horror, so silent

Yet even in their final rest taken

There amdist newly made fabric

On its way for a special delivery

A melodious nuance plays on