Tabletops

Tabletops, shelves and shelves of fine Belgian lace
Hanging baskets sway in time with pentatonic chimes
That ring out across the red sloping roofs
A rallying cry, a soft reminder through the days the nights and days and nights

And as the winter falls, just whisk me away
As the tide comes in, we’ll gather all the neighbours around
We’ll never blink or look around

If everybody’s holding out for someone then there must be someone holding out for you
If everybody’s holding out for someone then there must be someone holding out for you