Black Tables - Other Lives

When the whites of your eyes come through,

You will see something new

With your body and mind restored,

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 mind restored,

It’s good to see you once more

Turning black tables

And you’re turning black tables

And you’re making your head whirl

Making your head whirl

And you’re turning black tables

And you’re turning black tables

And you’re making your head whirl

Making your head whirl