At This Table

Well it's warm in this house on the hill

Wooden floor and a stairway to you

Under covers and under stars you're still

'Til 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 streetlights in the park, it's where they sleep

And at this table

There's a place for me and you

At this table

We've spilt 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

And like a flower, you don't know you're beautiful

And at this table

Here sits me and you

At this table

We're delicate and bulletproof

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

We've spilt more than just the truth

At this table

The past you can't undo

And I see you

Don't be so cruel

'Cause you don't see you like I do