Album: The Breadwinner
I know you're broken; so am I.
We're going to work until we die.
You've got one crazy bloodshot eye
and no relief in sight.
I woke up with a memory,
a dream of how we used to be.
Like wine, it softened up the knots inside,
the dirty grudge toward life.
Come to my table, come to my table, dine with me.
Come to my table, come to my table, dine with me,
'cause the time is always growing short for love.
Oh, won't you try with me? Won't you try with me
and rest your mind with me?
I know you're tired, just like me,
of dishes in the kitchen sink
and work piled high up on the desk
and no excuse to rest.
Somehow I got the table set.
Somehow I got the kid to bed.
This is no time to pick a fight.
Why don't we take tonight?
Why don't we take tonight? Won't you...
Come to my table, come to my table, dine with me.
Come to my table, come to my table, dine with me,
'cause the time is always running out for love.
Oh, won't you try with me? Won't you try with me
and rest your mind with me?
It's not a waste of time
to want to taste our lives,
to want to claim what's ours by right.
Come to my table, come to my table,
come if you're able, and dine with me.