On the Floor

I work down here, on the floor

That is rare, you can find me

I'm not alone, but I'm not sure

Think I'm just looking for something to blind me

To the cars flying by

And the ashes swerve into the sky

So create a thunderstorm

And leave me out to drive

Until there's nothing left

Of the weight on your chest

And I am just a feather

Floating on your breath in the morning

When there's nothing left

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Well, I sleep like a dog

Every sound scares me to waking

I just wanna be the quiet sound

Puts you to sleep without shaking

Oh, from the cars flying by

When the ashes swerve into the sky

Take me to the lightning storm

And leave me out to thrive

Until there's nothing left

Of the weight on your chest

And I am just a feather

Floating on your breath in the morning

Oh, in the morning

When there's nothing left

Of the weight on your chest

And you don't ever have to guess

And I am just a feather

Floating on your breath

When there's nothing left