Alone At the Table

Mercy and me, the two of us alone at the table And it hurts me seeing you looking straight down at the maple Maybe we'll speak when we're evil Maybe we're lost in our thoughts Maybe we're looking for God Then again maybe we're not She finds a way to worship all the things I forgot, To worship the things I forgot Throughout this dark room the strangers are clanking the glass Nothing but shadows moving the air as they pass Their laughter seems distant and kind They take no notice, they pay no mind to the gohst of our past Not to the gohst of our past She finds a way to make it all last, A way to make it all last Lost her in the doorway Watched you grow nervous and tall And I saw you had wings as high and as wide as the walls There's not a soul in this world we can trust I wish things had been easy for us, They just aren't at all