Sixty Stories
Sixty Stories - Second Hand Table & Chairs songtekst
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Morning tiles meet slippered feet. Dishes fill the kitchen sink. Your ears are dulled by sleepless nights And our voices almost never meet. You sit on the weakest seat. The one with the skinny knees. Your elbows stick to the plastic place Mat melted by the kitchens heat. You don't go anywhere. Sleep burrows still in the morning hair That bent fingers run through to land upon The second hand table and chairs. Anna you don't eat anything. Your eyes are starting to cave in. The sun reflects off the pool of glasses Gathered in the kitchen sink. Anna, don't believe anything Until you have had a chance to think. And as far as I can tell everyone else Has something bigger than them.