Kevin Luthy - The Table of the Gods

When the plate hits the table
So begins this fable
And the halls of rhyme
Always stay in time

And we slip away
So we drift today
And in time awaits
Crystal clear our fates
Waiting on the line
Sticking knives in the vine
Making clouds collide
You can't stop the tide
Sun turns the sea red
Unfiltered thoughts are said
And the air of the world
Takes a turn for the worse

In the streams of fields
Where time always yields
And the colors of day
Showing trails of the way
As daylight slips on out
Leaving perilous doubt
Don't slip off the ridge
Climb on up to the bridge

And we slip away
So we drift today
And in time awaits
Crystal clear our fates
Waiting on the line
Sticking knives in the vine
Making clouds collide
You can't stop the tide
Sun turns the sea red
Unfiltered thoughts are said
And the air of the world
Takes a turn for the worse

In the days of youth
We never thought of the truth
It just seemed once right
And then slipped in the night

And we slip away
So we drift today
And in time awaits
Crystal clear our fates
Waiting on the line
Sticking knives in the vine
Making clouds collide
You can't stop the tide
Sun turns the sea red
Unfiltered thoughts are said
And the air of the world
Takes a turn for the worse

In the halls of shadows
Tripping under ladders
Confined from the sea
Just waiting to be
When the plate hits the table
So begins this fable
And the halls of rhyme
Always stay in time

And we slip away
So we drift today
And in time awaits
Crystal clear our fates
Waiting on the line
Sticking knives in the vine
Making clouds collide
You can't stop the tide
Sun turns the sea red
Unfiltered thoughts are said
And the air of the world
Takes a turn for the worse

Written by:
Kevin Luthy

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