On The Table

On the table, the deal that kept the courts at arms length,

Stealing our thoughts with the force of their non-sequiturs - amateurs.

On the table, the view behind the legs of dancers,

Windows of chance there, lost on the trail of dissent - innocent.

Do re mi, innocent.

On the table, the deal between the thieves and exits,

Common and breathless, shrugging at what they've become - number one.

On the table, the steal that kept the courts at arms length,

Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence - innocent.

Do re mi, innocent.

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table, our hopes become a starting pistol,

Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what weive won.

Are we done?

On the table, the deal between the legs of mankind,

Walking a straight line, copping a plea as they went - innocent.

Do re mi, innocent.

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table