Tablecloth

Lays her little things on a table

Likes to be close to the people

There were dog days waiting behind the fence

Baring teeth, baring teeth, baring teeth

And I was saying it would be ok

But I am the dog

And your table is foolish

Dogs are screaming

Take you in their bellies

And a stone hammer

Cry what are we doing here

Locked gate pressed by the wind

Saved by your darling face again and again

Locked gate pressed by the wind

Saved by your darling face again and again

Rocks fall from the sky

And the dust of lost voices

Are running ahead for the ball that's not coming

There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers

We don't need much luck

There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers

We don't need much luck

There's an ocean to cross with crossed fingers

We don't need much luck