On The Table - A.C. Newman

On the table

The deal that kept the courts at arm’s 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 arm’s length

Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence

Innocent

Do re mi, innocent

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

With you

On the table

Our hopes become a starting pistol

Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what we’ve 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

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table

On the table

On the table

On the table