Crumbs From Your Table

From the brightest star Comes the blackest hole You had so much to offer Why did you offer your soul I was there for you baby When you needed my help Would you deny for others What you demand for yourself Cool down mama, cool off Cool down mama, cool off You speak of signs and wonders I need something other I would believe if I was able But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your able You were pretty as a picture It was all there to see Then your face caught up with your psychology With a mouth full of teeth You ate all your friends And you broke every heart Thinking every heart mends You speak of signs and wonders I need something other I would believe if I was able But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your able Where you live should not decide Whether you live or whether you die Three to a bed Sister Ann, she said Dignity passes by You speak of signs and wonders I need something other I would believe if I was able I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table