On The Table (A.C. Newman)

On the table, the deal that kept the courts at arms 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 arms length, Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence - innocent. Do re mi, innocent. Now the plain blondes are playing along with you On the table, our hopes become a starting pistol, Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what weive 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. Now the plain blondes are playing along with you On the table