Power Out At The Table

Twist my eyes’ blind
Open this room’s light
Pull me through wars that are all in my mind
We press pause before we rewind
I’ll fight me and
Bring this back to life

Needle meets a groove and we’re smiling
Needle meets the groove and we’re moving
Machine sings. Straps snap and we’re smiling
Machine sings, “where have you been?”

Twist my eyes’ blind
Open this room’s light
Pulling out nails that were dropped in my mind
We press pause before we rewind
I’ll fight me and
Bring this back to life

Powerless tables on perfect trips
Evenings and mornings beginning to flip
Highways slap hands with childhood albums
Who really knows what really might happen?