Lyrics On the Table - A.C. Newman

On the table
The deal that kept the courts at arm's 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 arm's length
Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence
Innocent
Do re mi, innocent
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
With you

On the table
Our hopes become a starting pistol
Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what we've 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
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table
On the table
On the table
On the table