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
