Time Table (2007 Stereo Mix) - Genesis

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