Turn the Tables

Under haunted skies I see
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I've braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe


When is a Saturday not like a Saturday? Apparently when it is the first one in the New Year.
Very quiet out and about today. Mind the weather did not help much. This cafe quarter is usually very busy, but today it was deserted.