Set the table, love, I am coming home
white table cloth with blue stitching
open the tiny musical box
so you can't hear my weary sigh
My love, I can a sense you beyond the window
same as always you're reading your Patience cards
My God, oh, forgive our souls
today I will be the Queen of Pikes
For a long time on a dusty road
the straps of the bag
cut me like sharp gravel
gales, frosts, rain and heat
and sore lower back
every dog barked at me
Set the table, cut the bread with a steady hand
I'm gifting you a few snowflakes in my curls
where you are, there my dreams are today
my love, I am already at the door
For a long time on a dusty road
the straps of the bag
cut me like sharp gravel
gales, frosts, rain and heat
and sore lower back
every dog barked at me
For a long time on a dusty road
the straps of the bag
cut me like sharp gravel
gales, frosts, rain and heat
and sore lower back
every dog barked at me
My love, I am already sitting at your table
the lamp draws the shadows of our silhouettes
the fear and pain and solitude are gone
instead of knife, there's strength of the years in my pocket