| The Floor |
|---|
| It speaks like the … |
| Cause he is undone … all |
| Just … through the… of war |
| Speaking the same |
| Still leaning on… might fall |
| …no more, no more |
| It’s a still … |
| And we’re slipping on bed of rose |
| …await my thoughts … more |
| … I take, outside the demons haunt |
| We … never call the floor |
| Bring the … right here, bring the … right here |
| Bring the … right here. |
