Sunday Table - Pink Martini
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 almost 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
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