Every midnight, sleeplessness leads him back to the same table and another game of chess. But the real opponents aren’t on the board — they’re the voices inside his mind. Regret, Fear, Doubt and Anger take their seats, while Hope somehow always returns. Every chess move becomes a battle with yesterday, tomorrow, and the choices still left to make. As Guilt, Pride and Forgiveness join the table, one chair remains empty — Peace. “The Round Table” is about confronting the ghosts within and realising that the next move is finally yours. And when the final move is made, the voices fall silent… and Peace finally takes its seat.
LYRICS
“Verse 1” Most nights as the clock strikes twelve, And once again sleep walks right past my door, An unseen force leads me to the dining hall, Where the Round Table waits once more. “Pre-Chorus” The drink I poured stares back at me, As I start another game of chess But the drink, the phone and I all know, The real game is the one inside my mind. “Chorus” The Round Table, Where no swords are drawn. The Round Table (Round Table), Where I play my game of chess. The Round Table, Where the ghosts still haunt my mind “Verse 2” Each chair is filled with faces only I see Regret sits across from me. Fear takes the chair beside him. Doubt waits quietly to my left. Anger never misses a meeting. Hope arrives late… but always comes. Regret keeps replaying yesterday’s move. Fear sees danger in every square. Doubt questions every piece I touch. Hope still believes there’s checkmate somewhere. “Pre-Chorus” The drink I poured stares back at me, As I start another game of chess on my phone. But the drink, the phone and I all know, The real game is the one inside my mind. “Chorus” The Round Table, Where no swords are drawn. The Round Table (Round Table), Where I play my game of chess. The Round Table, Where the ghosts still haunt my mind “Verse 3” The Table grows quieter with every move Guilt keeps staring at the floor. Pride refuses to back down. Forgiveness waits with open hands. Peace still leaves an empty chair. Guilt guards the pieces already lost. Pride refuses to sacrifice his king. Forgiveness moves like a queen set free. Peace still waits on the final square. “Bridge” The pieces stop their moving, As my trembling hand is raised. For the first time in forever, The next move belongs to me. Then I reach across the board, And silence every voice. “Final Chorus” The Round Table, Where no swords are drawn. The Round Table (Round Table), Where I play my game of chess. The Round Table, Where the ghosts no longer rule my mind. The Round Table, Where no swords are drawn. The Round Table (Round Table), Where I made my final move. The Round Table, Where the ghosts no longer rule my mind. No longer rule… No longer rule… My mind. Tonight… Peace finally takes its seat.
