I hear your whispers, br Sssh don’t make a sound br Upon the table…., the label br Will slow down the crowd br br Listen to the commotion…., br The way that they talking walking….., br Almost slow motion, this potion on the table br Veils down emotion, br br Ego now able……, now able, br br Now we’re escaping…, but only to look down br Looking down its haunting…., it’s haunting br The label gives magic…, pushing up pace br It has people talking…., talking br br They believe it an ally…, br Let them dream if they may br There heads soon reviving.., yes reviving br Childishly desired days, br br Hot as a fever, there rattling bones br As wide as an ocean…., falling in any bed any home, br And this pantomime around them is just for tonight br But they’ll believe it’s the greatest…, yes the greatest br br Never a mistake just a forgetful night.., br Because on the table…, is a label that makes br Everything right, it’s messed up around them…., br It’s open in plain sight, br br So again on the table is the label, br And everything is right…., they feel like they dying…, br They’re dying, when shone under true light br Out comes the label, placed on the table…..