When the whites of your eyes come through
You'll see something new
With your body and mine raised up

It's good to see you back home

When the life in your eyes wants black

Things return
You've come back
With your body and mine raised up

It's good to see you once more

Turn black tables

And your turning black tables
And your making your head blur
Making your head blur

And your turning black tables
And your turning black tables
And your making your head blur

Making your head blur