Shadow on the bedside table
This altar for disabled
Little Jesus shines for the blind
And shows their prison bars
You king of bedside tables
Little Jesus â gentle neighbour
Watching poor menâs lifelines
Converge to funeral jars
Souvenirs â calm my fears
Oh Souvenirs â hold my tears â
For a whileâ¦
And so we sail through our numbered days
Never sure just what the dice have played
With the sun our only passenger
And no tomorrow âll ever break the spell
Only Jesus and the Housecat stay
Little Jesus and the Housecat â stayâ¦
You, Ghost of bedside tables
Brooding â quite unable
To heal our open wounds, andâ
Reveal your own, true scars
Souvenirs â calm my fears
Oh Souvenirs â hold my tears â
For a whileâ¦
And so we sail through our numbered days
Never sure just what the dice have played
With the sun our only passenger
And no tomorrow âll ever break the spell
Only Jesus and the Housecat stay
Little Jesus and the Housecat â stayâ¦
My kittenâs name is Mabel
So calm â and wise â and stable
She thinks itâs carved wood made by mankind
And that is what you areâ¦
Exactly what you areâ¦
Exactly what you areâ¦
Exactlyâ¦
Exactlyâ¦
Exactly.