Turn The Tables
we won't end up underneath
Turn those tables upside down
We have this moment in time to turn everything round
We can spin a dice while we think twice
We can dance by horses who win or drop dead
We can wander alone on beaches palm trees who cry
We stand watching leaves turn from green to brown
Then the coconuts fall down on our toes
I see you over there you see me over here
How long will I cry until my eyes die
I long to kiss, as phone lines unwind in your time or mine
How long till our longing one another can no longer be undercover
Love a force, no one else adjusts or runs our time belt
Take a chance turn those tables upside down
A heart lying under her bosom depends on you to live or die
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