Prosaics - Failure lyrics

The figures indicate a lapse In mutual confidence Commute work commute sleep; A bill of fare from which to glean while Bathed in white light Acquaintances Aghast agape Unscripted gestures made Inventory spoiled While bathed in white light The figures exude unbelief Has the inventory spoiled? Were the gestures made quite right? Did we tire from the toil? Commute work commute sleep; A bill of fare from which to glean feined intimacy Acquantances Aghast agape Unscripted gestures made Inventory spoiled While bathed in white light Failure Failure