Genesis - Time Table lyrics
[Genesis - Time Table lyrics]
A carved oak table tells a tale
Of times when kings and queens
Sipped wine from goblets gold
And the brave would lead their ladies
From out of the room to arbours cool
A time of valour, and legends born
A time when honour meant much more
To a man than life
And the days knew only strife
To tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer?
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander?
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face
Retains the mask it wore
A dusty table musty smells
Tarnished silver lies discarded
Upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through
A film of grey that scars the panes
Gone the carving
And those who left their mark
Gone the kings and queens now
Only the rats hold sway
And the weak must die
According to nature's law as old as they
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer?
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander?
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face
Retains the mask it wore
Of times when kings and queens
Sipped wine from goblets gold
And the brave would lead their ladies
From out of the room to arbours cool
A time of valour, and legends born
A time when honour meant much more
To a man than life
And the days knew only strife
To tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer?
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander?
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face
Retains the mask it wore
A dusty table musty smells
Tarnished silver lies discarded
Upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through
A film of grey that scars the panes
Gone the carving
And those who left their mark
Gone the kings and queens now
Only the rats hold sway
And the weak must die
According to nature's law as old as they
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer?
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander?
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face
Retains the mask it wore