Little Table

He likes to hide above the corner there Hiding notes inside my little chair You got the arms of a guardian angel And I got the legs to be your little table I built him all up hand and wood Four nails and a little mud So when my body feelin all unstable I wanna be your little table Could I be Maybe me Could I, would you let me? Your the only thing left that's real The only thing left to fear or feel If you would give me just a little spoonful I will give you my little table Could I be Maybe me Could I, would you let me? You like to hide inside the corner there Hiding notes inside my little chair You gonna be my guardian angel I'm gonna be your little table