Today we fell in line taking even steps with circles in our eyes
We're far from the birds. Do we take our time and slowly choose our words?
It's true when you say that my bitter tongue grows stranger everyday.
It's best when I'm lost shaking empty graves much harder than I fought.
Tell my eager heart that my greedy head wants a lot more now from my hands instead.
Tell my eager heart that my greedy head wants a lot more now from my humble hands.
So we talk of white tables and wine.
The weight seemed lighter then until I found the gaps beneath my skin.
Sit and wait for the birds. Carefully nod our heads into a blur.
Tell my eager heart that my greedy head wants a lot more now from my hands instead.
Tell my eager heart that my greedy head wants a lot more now from my humble hands.
So we talk of white tables. Please be careful not to spill the wine
So we talk of love. So we talk of wine. White tables in the wintertime.

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