Laid eyes upon weary tables
Sort of deranged
Like a drunken fable
Upon the lips we whisper
Shiver
While we wait to consider
What is coming and what is done
What is over
What has not yet run
Laid eyes upon weary tables
Sort of deranged
Like a drunken fable
Upon the lips we whisper
Shiver
While we wait to consider
What is coming and what is done
What is over
What has not yet run