Verse 1 [robotic voices] A green table, scratched and old, White lines trying to stay bold. No referee, no ceremony, Just you, the ball, the space, and me. Chorus (group, raw) Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Verse 2 We don’t speak, we take our turn, Every hit is something learned. Nothing said, but nothing lost, Each mistake has paid its cost. Chorus (group, raw) Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Verse 3 Your serve sharp, a little mean, Mine comes back a bit too clean. Spin like doubt, speed like time, Every shot redraws the line. Chorus (group, raw) Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Bridge (spoken / flat) No history. No future. Just the table. Just the return. Final Chorus (all voices, insistent) Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table. Ping. Pong. Ping-pong table
