Under the Table
dark, experimental with atmospheric tones, male vocals, poetic
Under the Table
dark, experimental with atmospheric tones, male vocals, poetic
Lyrics
Verse 1
Under the table they gather each night
Kyora and friends in the absence of light
Gripping the crescent wrench sharp in their hands
Left-handed shadows carve shapes in the sand
Chorus
We are the whispers the world threw away
Lost in the corners where no others stay
Under the table we’re learning to see
The cracks in the ceiling are stars meant to be
Verse 2
Forgotten the hours like dust in the air
Building an empire of nothing to spare
The wrench is our compass it points to the void
To mend what is broken and what’s been destroyed
Bridge
The laughter it dissolves like salt in the tide
Escape is a dream we’ve stopped trying to hide
The legs of the table are pillars of fate
Binding us tight to this dusty estate
Chorus
We are the whispers the world threw away
Lost in the corners where no others stay
Under the table we’re learning to see
The cracks in the ceiling are stars meant to be
Verse 3
Numbers don’t matter when time falls apart
We’re mending the voids with pieces of heart
Our silence is crowned with a tangle of thorns
We rule what’s forgotten down here where we’ve grown