The Table
Rise very early before the sun comes up
Hot water get me loose
Hot water get me loose
There's a place somewhere in between my heart and lungs
Where words are born and carried to my tongue, and I feed them to you like a mother bird
It's a stone-cold face
A cold hard place
It's that sound, something like a whisper, through my teeth. Crooked is the road ahead of me
In a cold dark place
A cold dark world
We have money to spend
We have money to burn
But that sound, it's something like a whisper through my teeth
Crooked is the road ahead of me
Come have a seat at the table, please
It wouldn't be right without you
It was dark that night. So dark, I was trying to find you
We want the same thing
Dream the same dream
We fear the same fear
Want the same thing
Come have a seat at the table, please
It wouldn't be right without you
It's a cold dark place
A cold dark world
We have money to spend
We have money to burn
But that sound, something like a whisper, through my teeth
Crooked is the road ahead of me
Running on fear
Idol held high
It is what it is
Yeah, a sign of the times
But that sound, something like a whisper through my teeth
Crooked is the road ahead of me
Come have a seat at the table, please, it wouldn't right without you
Dream the same dream
We fear the same fear
Want the same thing
Come have a seat at the table, please
It wouldn't be right without you
Hot water get me loose
Hot water get me loose
There's a place somewhere in between my heart and lungs
Where words are born and carried to my tongue, and I feed them to you like a mother bird
It's a stone-cold face
A cold hard place
It's that sound, something like a whisper, through my teeth. Crooked is the road ahead of me
In a cold dark place
A cold dark world
We have money to spend
We have money to burn
But that sound, it's something like a whisper through my teeth
Crooked is the road ahead of me
Come have a seat at the table, please
It wouldn't be right without you
It was dark that night. So dark, I was trying to find you
We want the same thing
Dream the same dream
We fear the same fear
Want the same thing
Come have a seat at the table, please
It wouldn't be right without you
It's a cold dark place
A cold dark world
We have money to spend
We have money to burn
But that sound, something like a whisper, through my teeth
Crooked is the road ahead of me
Running on fear
Idol held high
It is what it is
Yeah, a sign of the times
But that sound, something like a whisper through my teeth
Crooked is the road ahead of me
Come have a seat at the table, please, it wouldn't right without you
Dream the same dream
We fear the same fear
Want the same thing
Come have a seat at the table, please
It wouldn't be right without you
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Peterson
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