other lives
black tables
When the whites of your eyes come through You'll see something new With your body and mine raised up It's good to see you back home  When the life in your eyes wants black Things return You've come back With your body and mine raised up It's good to see you once more  Turn black tables And your turning black tables And your making your head blur Making your head blur And your turning black tables And your turning black tables And your making your head blur Making your head blur