Sunday Table - Pink Martini, China Forbes

She is walking quickly

Like there’s some place she must be

In her eyes there’s no one

There is no one she needs

He sits with his paper

At a sunday table

Just another morning.

She steps into his gaze

He looks at her

She looks at him

For a moment there is nowhere she is going

He looks at her

She looks at him

For a moment they could almost fall in love

Not a word is spoken

No touch, no heart broken

Just another morning

Of a beautiful day

He looks at her

She looks at him

For a moment there is nowhere she is going

He looks at her

She looks at him

For a moment they could truly fall in love

He looks at her

She looks at him

For a moment there is nowhere she is going

He looks at her

She looks at him

For a moment there is stillness in the world.

turning

World turning.

round.

Around.

Around.