Alone At the Table

Mercy and me, the two of us alone at the table
 and it hurts me seeing you looking straight down at the maple
 maybe we'll speak when we're evil
 maybe we're lost in our thoughts
 maybe we're looking for God
 then again maybe we're not
 she finds a way to worship all the things I forgot,
 to worship the things I forgot
 Throughout this dark room the strangers are clanking the glass
 nothing but shadows moving the air as they pass
 their laughter seems distant and kind
 they take no notice, they pay no mind to the gohst of our past
 not to the gohst of our past
 she finds a way to make it all last,
 a way to make it all last
 Lost her in the doorway
 watched you grow nervous and tall
 and I saw you had wings as high and as wide as the walls
 there's not a soul in this world we can trust
 I wish things had been easy for us,
 they just aren't at all