When the whites of your eyes come through, You will see something new With your body and mind restored, It's good to see you back home
When the life in your eyes wants black, Things return; you've come back With your body and mind restored, It's good to see you once more
Turning black tables And you're turning black tables And you're making your head whirl Making your head whirl And you're turning black tables And you're turning black tables And you're making your head whirl Making your head whirl