Turn of Tables
Confusing combination of beautiful and interesting
How am I supposed to compete with all the things you bring to me?
Each and every perfect part to a brand new fresh holy place
To hide my face

It's too much for me to think of all the time I spent awake
Clutching on to all your letters
Too much for me to think of you alone at home
Waiting on a turn of tables

The future is only a place where we're afraid to be
The past is a memory that leaves scars on you and me

There's too much for me to think of all the time I spent awake
Clutching on to all the letters
There's too much for me to think of all the time you spent at home
Waiting on the turn of tables

Bring you back to me

Life's too good to be tied down so young
If I had had to choose an anchor
I'd gladly let you watch me drown
It's too much for me to think of you sitting alone at home
Waiting on the tables to turn
(Bring you back to me)