Black Tables

When the whites of your eyes come through

You'll see something new

With your body and mine raised up

It's good to see you back home

When the life in your eyes wants black

Things return

You've come back

With your body and mine raised up

It's good to see you once more

Turn black tables

And your turning black tables

And your making your head blur

Making your head blur

And your turning black tables

And your turning black tables

And your making your head blur

Making your head blur

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