At This Table

Well its warm in this house on the hill

Wooden floor and a stairway to you

Under cover's and under stars your still

Till the sun wakes the morning breaking through

An empty bottle of rum on the floor

The ghost of the man that I was the night before

A violin echoing "let it be"

Under street lights In the park is where they sleep

 

At this table

There's a place for me and you

At this table we've spilled more than just the truth

And I see you, Don't be so cruel

Cause you don't see you like I do

Well there's danger in losing faith

When your self and your worth are misplaced

Another life in the garden grows

Like a flower you don't know your beautiful

 

At this table

Here sits me and you

At this table

Were delicate and bullet proof

And I see you, don't be so cruel

Cause you don't see you like I do.

 

At this table

Here sits me and you

At this table

Were split more than just the truth

At this table

The past you can't undo

But I see you, don't be so cruel

Cause you don't see you like I do